Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.

The world does owe you a living, but it doesn't home deliver.

Walden Pond? You mean like Thoreau?

More and more these days what I find myself doing in my stories is making a representation of goodness and a representation of evil and then having those two run at each other full-speed, like a couple of PeeWee football players, to see what happens. Who stays standing? Whose helmet goes flying off?

I've been here for five months, and this team still amazes me with its poise.

It would be so weird if we knew just as much as we needed to know to answer all the questions of the universe. Wouldn't that be freaky? Whereas the probability is high that there is a vast reality that we have no way to perceive, that's actually bearing down on us now and influencing everything.