I Lost An Arm On My Last

No One Was Going To Stop Me From Writing And No One Had To Really Guide Me Towards Science Fiction. It Was Natural, Really, That I Would Take That Interest.

When Your Rage Is Choking You, It Is Best To Say Nothing.

I'm A 48-year-old Writer Who Can Remember Being A 10-year-old Writer And Who Expects Someday To Be An 80-year-old Writer. I'm Also Comfortably Asocial -- A Hermit In The Middle Of Los Angeles -- A Pessimist If I'm Not Careful, A Feminist, A Black, A Former Baptist, An Oil-and-water Combination Of Ambition, Laziness, Insecurity, Certainty, And Drive.

I Have A Huge And Savage Conscience That Won't Let Me Get Away With Things.

I'm Literate, And The Idea Of Leaving Children Illiterate Is Criminal.