I Regret Having Been The Bearer Of

Beware Of Self-indulgence. The Romance Surrounding The Writing Profession Carries Several Myths: That One Must Suffer In Order To Be Creative; That One Must Be Cantankerous And Objectionable In Order To Be Bright; That Ego Is Paramount Over Skill; That One Can Rise To A Level From Which One Can Tell The Reader To Go To Hell. These Myths, If Believed, Can Ruin You. If You Believe You Can Make A Living As A Writer, You Already Have Enough Ego.

Anyone Who Wants Simple, Pat Stories Should Buy Another Author's Product. The Real Universe Ain't That Way, And Neither Are My Fictive Ones.

For All Its Beauty, Honesty, And Effectiveness At Improving The Human Condition, Science Demands A Terrible Price - That We Accept What Experiments Tell Us About The Universe, Whether We Like It Or Not. It's About Consensus And Teamwork And Respectful Critical Argument, Working With, And Through, Natural Law. It Requires That We Utter, Frequently, Those Hateful Words - 'i Might Be Wrong.'

I Hate The Whole übermensch, Superman Temptation That Pervades Science Fiction. I Believe No Protagonist Should Be So Competent, So Awe-inspiring, That A Committee Of 20 Really Hard-working, Intelligent People Couldn't Do The Same Thing.

Cultural Contamination That Is Directed Outward Is Always Seen As ‘enlightenment.'