In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it. There is no one to water it either.

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation. Suddenly, you know you are alive.

The weight of the world is a trifle, if we all put our two fingers under it and try to lift together.

I usually focus on the whole group of characters in any given work-in-progress, and as a result they become particularly dear to me as I delve into their innermost motivations and live out their lives.

Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.

Money is like fire. It is only good when there's just the right amount of it, when it's properly contained and under your control.

Marion Zimmer Bradley took apart my first submission to her, covered the manuscript in red ink revisions, and told me to try her again. I had never been so reeling with authorial joy as I had been that day, holding Marion's letter and seeing that ravaged manuscript - finally, it meant that someone cared!