The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.

Art is something you choose to make... it's a bringing together of... of everything around you into something that makes you more human, more khepri, whatever. More of a person.

A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.

Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.

She was intelligent enough to realize that her excitement was childish, but not mature enough to care.

My father would tell me if I wasn't writing in meter verse, it wasn't poetry.

It is heartrending to read the entries in many an old family Bible - the records of suffering, distress, and blasted hopes.

If you start a painting and you don't like where it's going, don't give up on it. Just keep going and follow through. You might be surprised how it ends up.

Everybody else shares the same cloudy sky.

It seems entirely possible to me that horrible things can be going on without us becoming horrible people.

I've played lots of law enforcement agents, and I do have friends that are in the bureau, in the DEA, and who are detectives and captains.

If it came from a plant, eat it; if it was made in a plant, don't.

You can't keep your mind on fighting when you're thinking about a woman. You can't keep your concentration. You feel like sleeping all the time.

I began reading science fiction before I was 12 and started writing science fiction around the same time.

Every advantage has its tax.