The Mist Hung In The Air Like

Recasting Fairy Tales Has Become A Publishing Sub-genre In Itself, And Has Been Done Both Well And To The Point Of Entropy. More Interesting Are Those Works Where The Structures Of Fairytales Are Abandoned But The World Of 'fairy' Is Imported As A Delicate Spice.

I Have To Get Out Once A Week And Speak With People Or I Start Thinking I'm The Emperor Of Abyssinia.

The Poetry And Transgression That Was So Much Of Surrealism's Anarchic Force Has Been Recruited Into Mainstream Culture. It Has Been Made Commonplace By Television And Magazine Merchandising, By Computer Games And Internet Visuals, By Film And Mtv, By The Fashion Shoot.

Since I've Been Hired To Contribute To The Storyline Of 'doom 4' I Can Say What Was Always True Anyway. I'm Working. You See, For A Writer, Lots Of Stuff That Doesn't Look Like Working Is Actually Working. Looking Out Of The Window, For Example. Balancing A Pencil On The Edge Of The Desk In Order To Find Its Exact Fulcrum. Playing 'doom.

The Modern Superstition Is That We're Free Of Superstition.