I once thought it would take a miracle to improve my circumstances. Now, I believe it will take something far more powerful, if such a thing exists.

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

I like nonsense. It wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.

At a certain point, I just put the building and the art impulse together. I decided that building was a legitimate way to make sculpture.

And it was only released in London last week, so when I go back to England Monday or whatever, I am expecting heaps of adulation. I'm hoping there is. If that doesn't happen I will be disappointed.

Am I worried people will say I'm repeating myself? Sure. One thought I had was to publish it as a novel but eventually I just decided to do what I wanted to do.

As well consult a butcher on the value of vegetarianism as a doctor on the worth of vaccination.

I love the Valley. There's no attitude.

I do have a small collection of traditional SF ideas which I've never been able to sell. I'm known as a fantasy writer and neither my agent nor my editors want to risk my brand by jumping genre.

I like to be able to do things on my own. I'm a big boy. I can drive myself to an appearance or get on a plane. I like a little bit of independence...

Without making any moral judgements whatsoever, one can say that self-indulgence and excessive self-preoccupation are the antithesis of genuine awareness.

Never chide with anger, but instruction.