When I have an idea, it goes from vague, cloudy notion to 100,000 words in a heartbeat.

I've read short stories that are as dense as a 19th century novel and novels that really are short stories filled with a lot of helium.

I'm dense when it comes to discouragement.

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.

Ideas aren't magical; the only tricky part is holding on to one long enough to get it written down.

I'm a writer first and an editor second... or maybe third or even fourth. Successful editing requires a very specific set of skills, and I don't claim to have all of them at my command.

A good short-story writer has an instinct for sketching in just enough background to ground the specific story.

When I'm not writing or tweaking my computer, I do embroidery. When I'm not plunging into the past, tweaking, or embroidering, I'm reading books about history, computers, or embroidery.

During the many centuries that magic, here on this planet, was presumed to have worked, there were at least as many theories as to how magic worked as there were cultures and religions.

There is nothing that compares to an unexpected round of applause.

I think my prose reads as if English were my second language. By the time I get to the end of a paragraph, I'm dodging bullets and gasping for breath.

The unfolding of a Spermatic Aura like a sheet in the Universe. That we are ~

Show me a person in my shoes who is looking for a robot, and I'll show you someone who is looking for a person and can't find one.

Why do Twolegs do anything? If we knew that, our lives would be a lot easier.

The fire of revival supernaturally destroys all the destructive tendencies in the country

When people go to work they shouldn't have to leave their hearts at home.

Embrace suffering, and you transform your relationship with what causes you to suffer, as well as your relationship with suffering itself.

You know who your true friends are when things go wrong for you, but the opposite is also true. When things go well, the people who really love you are happy.

I am double jointed in my elbow. So I can turn it all the way around and then bend it so it looks like it's broken.

Keep what you have got; the known evil is best. [Lat., Habeas ut nactus; nota mala res optima est.]

The President is aware of what is going on. That is not to say that something is going on.