Doubt … Is An Illness That Comes

The Art Of Writing Is The Art Of Discovering What You Believe.

I Hate That Which We Have Decided To Call Realism, Even Though I Have Been Made One Of Its High Priests.

I'm Absolutely Removed From The World At Such Times...the Hours Go By Without My Knowing It. Sitting There I'm Wandering In Countries I Can See Every Detail Of - I'm Playing A Role In The Story I'm Reading. I Actually Feel I'm The Characters - I Live And Breath With Them.

My Kingdom Is As Wide As The Universe And My Wants Have No Limits. I Go Forward Always, Freeing Spirits And Weighing Words, Without Fear, Without Compassion, Without Love, Without God. I Am Called Science.

Beautiful Things Spoil Nothing.