No One Ever Got Into Science Fiction

Remember The Movements That Don't Look Like Moving.

In Every Book I Write, I Try To Name-check The Most Prominent Influences, Or The Most Prominent Conscious Influences.

I Couldn't Tell If I Was Perspicacious Or Paranoid.

Art Is Something You Choose To Make... It's A Bringing Together Of... Of Everything Around You Into Something That Makes You More Human, More Khepri, Whatever. More Of A Person.

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.