Why had I become a writer in the first place? Because I wasn't fit for society; I didn't fit into the system.

Whatever creativity is, it is in part a solution to a problem.

It is at night... that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull.

There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.

Relax, enjoy yourself. Have another drink. It's patriotic to overconsume.

Civilization is the distance man has placed between himself and his excreta.

That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay.

Feedback is a pleasant thing. I get a lot of letters from unexpected people in unexpected places.

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.

My briefest ever definition of science fiction is 'Hubris clobbered by Nemesis.'

Open your eyes that you might see that all things are possible through you (with God's help)

I joined the Army at 19 as a soldier and spent about four and a half years with them. Then I broke my back in a freefall parachuting accident and spent a year in rehabilitation back in the U.K.

Be realistic, demand the impossible!

Next to me, Saiman smiled. "We all want what we can't have, Kate. I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.

"God" is just a name to refer to something that is beyond all limitations.

I think men are still attracted to what they've always found attractive, which is a woman who is feminine, soft, real, and . . . womanly.

I knew words were like chains, they held me back . . . the act of description taints the description.

I'm interested to see where a combination of faith and science will take me.

Hot yoga is the best. When you're in [class], there are no cell phones, no talking, no distractions. You're taking a leave from reality for an hour or so.

The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.