You have a very open relationship with your fans.""Yes. We have an open relationship. Obviously they can see other authors if they want, and I can see other readers.
When you die, they can make you into diamonds now. It’s scientific. That’s how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.
She wondered how she would feel to be a married woman. It would be the end of her life, she decided, if life was a time of choices.
She prays she's bought another clutch of days. We save our lives in such unlikely ways.
Rules and responsibilities: these are the ties that bind us. We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to do. And I will do what I...
Neil Gaiman on librarians as knowledge navigators over time.
My parents had told me that I would not really die, not the real me: that nobody really died, when they died; that my kitten and the opal miner had just taken new bodies and would be back again, soon...
Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod, but still unique.
It is a long story, and it does no credit to anyone: there is murder in it, and trickery, lies and foolishness, seduction and pursuit. Listen.
It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us, said Mr. Ibis. We believed in you.
In the shower today I tried to think about the best advice I'd ever been given by another writer. There was something that someone said at my first Milford, about using style as a covering, but sooner...
I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn't mean anything? What then?
I borrowed a copy of by Roger Lancelyn Green and read and reread it with delight and puzzlement: Asgard, in this telling, was no longer a Kirbyesque Future City but was a Viking hall and collection o...
Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no one's ever eaten before? Like chicken and telepone ice cream? Green mouse ice cream was the worst. I didn't like that...
Death has a body like a model, the clothes of a poet and the smile of your best friend. She wears a top hat for fun, her ankh necklace for power, and carries a big black umbrella for travelling to the...
But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.
A philosopher once asked, Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human? Pointless, really...Do the stars gaze back? Now, that's a question.
The imagination is a muscle. If it is not exercised, it atrophies.
If you're doing it right... you should feel while you're doing it that you're revealing a little too much of yourself.
I went down to Safeways, and I bought her a packet of best ground sirloin.