When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.

Night is a world lit by itself.

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.

I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.

Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.

A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.

Liraz snorted, caught off guard, and the tension between them ebbed away. "I'm sorry of my almost dying interrupted your almost kissing.

don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.

Goosnargh," said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.

Increasingly fed by a moral and political hysteria, warlike values produce and endorse shared fears as the primary register of social relations.

I would very much like to make Westerns. I love Westerns. I've worked on many Westerns in my youth, in Spain and here, and I love working on them.

I want to work, but I certainly am not going to be clawing at empty things when I can completely fill up my bucket with them - the other is a waste of my time.

A natural action is accomplished in the briefest manner.

I just want to start writing, whether or not any of it is useable or marketable.

Short forms are returning online. Interactivity is coming back; it was always there in oral storytelling. Each form has its pluses and its minuses.

A single ear of corn in a large field is as strange as a single world in infinite space.