At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time.

Occasionally, there arises a writing situation where you see an alternative to what you are doing, a mad, wild gamble of a way for handling something, which may leave you looking stupid, ridiculous or brilliant — you just don't know which. You can play it safe there, too, and proceed along the route you'd mapped out for yourself. Or you can trust your personal demon who delivered that crazy idea in the first place.Trust your demon.

The universe did not invent justice. Man did. Unfortunately, man must reside in the universe.

I see myself as a novelist, period. I mean, the material I work with is what is classified as science fiction and fantasy, and I really don't think about these things when I'm writing. I'm just thinking about telling a story and developing my characters.

Goodbye, and hello, as always.

"It is no shame to lose to me, mortal. Even among mythical creatures there are very few who can give a unicorn a good game.""I am pleased that you were not wholly bored," George R. R. Martin|Martin said. "Now will you tell me what you were talking about concerning the destruction of my species?""Oh, that," Tlingel replied.