Truth Is A Matter Of The Imagination.

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.

Nobody Who Says, ‘i Told You So’ Has Ever Been, Or Will Ever Be, A Hero.

Truth, As Ever, Avoids The Stranger.

The Artist Deals With What Cannot Be Said In Words.

Maybe When You Meet The People You Are Supposed To Meet You Know It, Without Knowing It.