It Occurs To Me That Our Survival

It's One Of The Strangest Attributes Of This Profession That When We Writers Get Exhausted Writing One Thing, We Relax By Writing Another.

There Are Many Other Writers Whose Work I Admire Tremendously, But None Whose Work Struck Me At Just The Right Young Age. Jack Vance Taught Me That Speculative Fiction, Science Fiction, Could Be Wonderfully And Liberatingly Stylistic. It Didn't Have To Be Pulp Stuff. He Really Changed My Writing And My View Of Science Fiction, So If Nothing Else, My Little Homage To Him In The Novelette I Wrote For That Anthology Is My Thank-you To Him. He Helped Me See That Any Genre Can Have Excellent Writing In It.

The Truth Is, It's Not A Great Career Move To Create A Readership And Then, In Effect, Abandon Them.

Speaking As A Novelist Myself, I Know That Members Of Our Profession Live In Our Imaginations As Much Or More As We Inhabit What People Call 'the Real World.

To See And Feel One's Beloved Naked For The First Time Is One Of Life's Pure, Irreducible Epiphanies. If There Is A True Religion In The Universe, It Must Include That Truth Of Contact Or Be Forever Hollow. To Make Love To The One True Person Who Deserves That Love Is One Of The Few Absolute Rewards Of Being A Human Being, Balancing All Of The Pain, Loss, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Idiocy, Compromise, And Clumsiness That Go With The Human Condition. To Make Love To The Right Person Makes Up For A Lot Of Mistakes.