Creatures Which, Lacking Mankind's Superior Brain Power,

Just Erotic. Nothing Kinky. It's The Difference Between Using A Feather And Using A Chicken.

Imagination, Not Intelligence, Made Us Human.

I Like The Idea Of Democracy. You Have To Have Someone Everyone Distrusts.

The Reaper Does Not Listen To The Harvest.

By The Time You Write The Last Page You Have Done Half The Book. The Other Half Tends To Get Done In About Five Weeks; I Do Several Drafts, Very, Very Furiously Rewriting. I Literally Do More Or Less Nothing Else And I Stick With It And Go Through It And I Begin To Hate It.