First Sentences Are Doors To Worlds.

Writing Makes No Noise, Except Groans, And It Can Be Done Everywhere, And It Is Done Alone.

A Writer Either Speaks To Adults And Bores Kids, Or Speaks To Kids And Upsets Adults.

Life Goes On, Even If Two-headed And Glowing Faintly In The Dark.

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.

In So Far As One Denies What Is, One Is Possessed By What Is Not, The Compulsions, The Fantasies, The Terrors That Flock To Fill The Void.