The End Justifies The Means. But What

Gradually The Healing Took Place, Seeming As It Always Does That It Wasn't Taking Place.

One Man May As Easily Destroy, As Govern: Be King Or Anti-king.

Genre Fiction Was Looked At As A Ghetto, But I Wonder Now If Realist Fiction, Sealing Itself Off In The Glum Suburbs Of A Dysfunctional Society, Denying The Use Of Imagination, Was The Ghetto.

What Is More Arrogant Than Honesty?

Dragons Are More Dangerous, And A Good Deal Commoner, Than Bears. Fantasy Is Nearer To Poetry, To Mysticism, And To Insanity Than Naturalistic Fiction Is. It Is A Real Wilderness, And Those Who Go There Should Not Feel Too Safe.