Anything he claims to have invented, he didn't. He's a science fiction writer.

Science fiction fans are great, but they just aren't the same as groupies.

By definition, you can’t experience your own death. Death is the end of consciousness. And consciousness persists. In the language of physics, consciousness is conserved.

I am the one who wakes up in the morning.

Always.

Every morning.

I don’t die.

I just become increasingly unlikely.

Meanwhile here I am- Earthborn woman, a mere barbaric maula, geting deeper into Imperial Space with each passing light second. I should be trembling with fear, I suppouse.
No. Let the Emperor tremble. Laylah is here!

I've always thought of science fiction as being, at some level, a 19th-century business.

I can list on one hand the famous science fiction writers I never met.