Back in 2008, when we were first preparing to launch Tor.com, I knew I wanted Jo Walton to be a regular writer for the site.

The small visual inconvenience of e-books is made up for with find and search functions, and the fungibility of digital text.

I have a severe Google Reader habit. I think people will use blog forms and twitter to contrive fiction.

The only freedom you truly have is in your mind, so use it.

True wisdom dwells in the ability to remain constantly aware of that in which we have no practical knowledge of

I was planning on my future as a homeless person. I had a really good spot picked out.

From the very beginning I felt that I would do a series.

Savage and furious nations, perpetually at war, adore, under diverse names, some God, conformable to their ideas, that is to say, cruel, carnivorous, selfish, blood-thirsty.

The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work of art.

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

Who knew, when you were watching the Verizon ad and the guy said, 'Can you hear me now,' that was really just a mic check for the Obama administration.

Our vision was to serve the whole area

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)