The airport bookstore did not sell books, only bestsellers, which Sita Dulip cannot read without risking a severe systemic reaction.

A man does not make his destiny: he accepts it or denies it.

I do try to separate my personal activism - showing up at a demonstration or something - from what I write.

She obeys me, but only because she wants to. It's the only justification for obedience, Ged observed.

What she needs, at least one thing she needs, is companionship. After all why should she eat? Who needs her to be alive? What we call psychosis is sometimes simply realism. But human beings can't live on realism alone.

Readers, after all, are making the world with you. You give them the materials, but it's the readers who build that world in their own minds.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.