Everything Starts As Somebody's Daydream.

You Learn By Writing Short Stories. Keep Writing Short Stories. The Money's In Novels, But Writing Short Stories Keeps Your Writing Lean And Pointed.

I'm Not Predicting; I Just Love Playing With Superconductors.

The Reader Has Certain Rights. He Bought Your Story. Think Of This As An Implicit Contract. He's Entitled To Be Entertained, Instructed, Amused; Maybe All Three. If He Quits In The Middle, Or Puts The Book Down Feeling His Time Has Been Wasted, You're In Violation.

Consider The True Picture. Think Of Myriads Of Tiny Bubbles, Very Sparsely Scattered, Rising Through A Vast Black Sea. We Rule Some Of The Bubbles. Of The Waters We Know Nothing.

As For Aids, It's A Plague. We Are Human, We Get Plagues. They Come Along Every So Often, Kill Off Two Thirds Of The Population; In The Next Generation It's A Quarter; After That It's A Childhood Disease.