Half The Fun Of Writing A Novel

I Just Come Up With The Stories And Write Them As Well As I Can. There's Not Really A Great Deal Of Strokey-beard Thinking Going On.

All You Ever Were Was A Little Bit Of The Universe, Thinking To Itself. Very Specific; This Bit, Here, Right Now. All The Rest Was Fantasy.

...[changers] Were A Threat To Identity, A Challenge To The Individualism Even Of Those They Were Never Likely To Impersonate. It Had Nothing To Do With Souls Or Physical Or Spiritual Possession; It Was, As The Idirans Well Understood, The Behavouristic Copying Of Another Which Revolted. Individuality, The Thing Which Most Humans Held More Precious Than Anything Else About Themselves, Was Somehow Cheapened By The Ease With Which A Changer Could Ignore It As A Limitation And Use It As A Disguise.

One Should Never Mistake Pattern For Meaning.

What's One More Meaningless Act Of Violence On That Zoo Of A Planet? It Would Be Appropriate. When In Rome; Burn It.