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A Problem That I Have With Everything Fictional Is That Writers Are Always Having To Come Up With Sudden Artillery Explosions In The Middle Of Whatever Is Going On. The Characters Are Having Interesting, Subtle Interactions, Or Jealousies, Or Whatever It Is, And Suddenly Some Gigantic Angry Eruption Has To Happen, A Giant Gasp Where Everyone Has To Scramble Around. That's The Point Where I'm Turned Off. I Want The Dynamic Range To Be A Little Smaller. I Don't Like The Big False Bangs.

I'm Suspicious Of Full-replacement Programs - That Is, Pronouncements That One Way Of Doing Something Will Entirely Supplant Another, And That In Fact We Have To Hurry The Replacement Along.

I've Never Been A Fast Reader. I'm Fickle; I Don't Finish Books I Start; I Put A Book Aside For Five, Ten Years And Then Take It Up Again.

A Bee Rose Up From A Sun-filled Paper Cup, Off To Make Slum Honey From Some Diet Root Beer It Had Found Inside.

Sometimes, Despite The Fact That You're Reading Through Masses Of Material, You Just Can't Not Think About A Certain Event, For It Seems To Capture The Reality Of The Entire Situation So Much Better Than Any Set Of Statistics.