My Skin Was The Border Between The

Nobody Deserves Death, Yet Everybody Gets It.

I Think About The Story While I Think About Other Things. This Is An Important Part Of The Process: I Look At It Sideways. If I Look Straight At It, It Produces Nothing Other Than What Seem Like Complicated, Brilliant Designs That Fall Apart The Following Morning. In Some Way Stories Mature When You're Not Looking.

Your Nightmares Follow You Like A Shadow, Forever.

I Recognized Him Then; That Is, I Finally Comprehended What I Had Known But Had Never Been Able To Formulate: He Had Always Been Complete. He Had Finished The Work Of Becoming Himself, Long Before Any Of Us Could Even Imagine Such A Feat Was Possible.

The Beauty Of Literature - Also Its Limit - Is That It Is Inescapably Personal, Even If You're Writing Science Fiction.