I got into science fiction by being interested in astronomy first.

Go on, prove me wrong. Destroy the fabric of the universe. See if I care.

She was a beefy young woman and, whatever piece of music she was playing, it was definitely losing.

Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn't believing. It's where belief stops, because it isn't needed any more.

And then Jack chopped down what was the world's last beanstalk, adding murder and ecological terrorism to the theft, enticement, and trespass charges already mentioned, and all the giant's children didn't have a daddy anymore. But he got away with it and lived happily ever after, without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done...which proves that you can be excused for just about anything if you are a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.

The 'New Testament', now, I quite liked. Jesus had a lot of good things to say, and as for his father, he must have been highly thought of by the community to work with wood - a material that couldn't have been widely available in Palestine.

I’m a witch. It’s what we do. When it’s nobody else’s business, it’s my business.