O Little One, My Little One, Come

Sung To The Tune Of O Christmas Tree O Woe Is Me, O Woe Is Me, I Used To Have A Hamster Tree, But It Was Eaten By A Newt, And Now I Have No Cuddly Fruit, O Woe Is Me, O Woe Is Me, I Used To Have A Hamster Tree!

One Of The Things I'm Trying To Do Over And Over Again In My Books Is Create New Mythologies, Create New Ways To Understand The Complexity Of The World. I Think What Mythology Does Is Impress Upon Chaotic Experience The Patterns, Hierarchies And Shapes Which Allow Us To Interpret The Chaos And Make Fresh Sense Of It.

There Are Lives Lived For Love, And Lives Lived For Art. We, Happy Band, Have Chosen The Later Persuasion.

Leavening The Flat Bread Of What We Know, With The Yeast Of What We Dream May Come To Pass.

Make Your Own Worlds. Make Your Own Laws. Make Your Own Creations, Your Own Star Systems. Don't Feel Answerable To Anyone, Or As Though You Have To Create After Some Preordained Model. You Don't Have To Write Like Myself, Or King Or Anne Rice: Be Yourself. Nothing Is More Wonderful Than Discovering A New Voice, Particularly If It Happens To Be Your Own.