What Is More Arrogant Than Honesty?

We Like To Think We Live In Daylight, But Half The World Is Always Dark, And Fantasy, Like Poetry, Speaks The Language Of The Night.

Ah, Genre. A Word Only A Frenchman Could Love.

If You See A Whole Thing - It Seems That It's Always Beautiful. Planets, Lives... But Up Close A World's All Dirt And Rocks. And Day To Day, Life's A Hard Job, You Get Tired, You Lose The Pattern.

Despair Speaks Evenly, In A Quiet Voice.

Science Fiction Is Not Prescriptive; It Is Descriptive.