Part of the particular interest and beauty of science fiction and fantasy: writer and reader collaborate in world-making.

Her work, I really think her work is finding what her real work is and doing it, her work, her own work, her being human, her being in the world.

In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we're done with it, we may find - if it's a good novel - that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have changed a little... But it's very hard to say just what we learned, how we were changed.

There's nothing wrong with me...except acute chronic fear.

And I needed a rock. Something to hold onto, to stand on. Something solid. Because everything was going soft, turning into mush, into marsh, into fog. Fog closing in on all sides. I didn't know where I was at all.

One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies.

We decided that it was no good asking what is the meaning of life, because life isn't an answer, life is the question, and you, yourself, are the answer.