As A Prose Writer, I Work With

Reality Must Prove Itself Again And Again To Questioners ... It Is The Fantasy Which Goes On Without Contradiction, Without Having To Prove Itself.

In The Arts, People Are Always Waiting For Someone Or Some Movement To "fulfill Her/its/his Promise." Then, Half-a-dozen Or A Dozen Years On, Others Begin To Realize That, Really, Something Extraordinary Was Actually Happening.

You Meet A New Person, You Go With Him And Suddenly You Get A Whole New City...you Go Down New Streets, You See Houses You Never Saw Before, Pass Places You Didn't Even Know Were There. Everything Changes.

Historically, I Guess That's How Science Fiction Works: You Start By Using Aliens To Think The Unthinkable — And Then, Eventually, Another Writer, Having Grown A Little More Comfortable With The Earlier Notion, Brings It Into The Human.

Pain ... After You've Lived With It Long Enough, Isn't Pain Anymore. It's Something Else.