To Vik Lovell Who Told Me Dragons

A Sound Of Cornered-animal Fear And Hate And Surrender And Defiance . . . Like The Last Sound The Treed And Shot And Falling Animal Makes As The Dogs Get Him, When He Finally Doesn't Care About Anything But Himself And His Dying.

I've Enjoyed Being A Famous Writer-except That Every Once In A While You Have To Write Something.

Marvelous Wonders Don't Have To Happen Of A Sudden, The Way They Do In The Arabian Nights. They Can Also Take A Long Time, Like Crystals Growing, Or Minds Changing, Or Leaves Turning. The Trick Is To Keep An Eye Peeled, So They Don't Slip By Unappreciated.

What The Chronics Are - Or Most Of Us - Are Machines With Flaws Inside That Can't Be Repaired, Flaws Born In, Or Flaws Beat In Over So Many Years Of The Guy Running Head-on Into Solid Things That By The Time The Hospital Found Him He Was Bleeding Rust In Some Vacant Lot.

More Was Revealed In A Human Face Than A Human Being Can Bear Face To Face.