My Job Is Not To Try To

Old Stories Would Tell How Weavers Would Kill Each Other Over Aesthetic Disagreements, Such As Whether It Was Prettier To Destroy An Army Of A Thousand Men Or To Leave It Be, Or Whether A Particular Dandelion Should Or Should Not Be Plucked. For A Weaver, To Think Was To Think Aesthetically. To Act - To Weave - Was To Bring About More Pleasing Patterns. They Did Not Eat Physical Food: They Seemed To Subsist On The Appreciation Of Beauty.

I Don't Like Allegory.

One Of The Things That I Love So Much About Fantasy And Science Fiction Is That The Weirdness That It Creates Is Always At Its Best Completely Its Own End And Also Metaphorically And Symbolically Laden.

I Have Danced With The Spider. I Have Cut A Caper With The Dancing Mad God.

Part Of The Appeal Of The Fantastic Is Taking Ridiculous Ideas Very Seriously And Pretending They're Not Absurd.