I Will Rise From The Darkness, Shining

Why Did You Make It So Hard For Me? I'd Rather Empty The Ocean With A Sieve. I Do It For You. Or Count The Grains Of Sand On Every Beach. All For You. There Are So Many People, So Many Countries. But I Have Time. All The Time In The World. Eternity.

I'm Lucky To Have A Job Doing Something I Really Love To Do, And I'm Happy To Accept The Pressures Of Relentless Deadlines Or Reader Expectations As Necessary Evils. It's Probably Not As Stressful As Mining Coal Or Leading Men Into Battle.

I Plan Years In Advance, But I Like To Leave Enough Space In The Narrative Scheme To Change Things, Because I Always Get My Best Ideas The Closer I Come To The End Of A Project, After I've Lived With It For A While.

American Writers Often Say They Find It Difficult To Write Superman. They Say He's Too Powerful; You Can't Give Him Problems. But Superman Is A Metaphor. For Me, Superman Has The Same Problems We Do, But On A Paul Bunyan Scale. If Superman Walks The Dog, He Walks It Around The Asteroid Belt Because It Can Fly In Space. When Superman's Relatives Visit, They Come From The 31st Century And Bring Some Hellish Monster Conqueror From The Future. But It's Still A Story About Your Relatives Visiting.

The More I Think About It, The More I Realize That Schools Are Just Factories For Turning Out Robots, That's All. They Get You When Your Small And Vulnerable And They Take All The Human Parts Away, Bit By Bit, Until You're Just A Wind-up Toy. Turn The Key And Set It Running. And The Toy Goes To University, Gets A Job, Settles Down With Someone Nice.