The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

People are always the start for meanimals. When I can get into their heads, gods, supernatural beings,immortals, the deadthese are all people to me.

I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.

Genre categories are irrelevant. I dislike them, but I do not have the casting vote.

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.

It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.