We Believe What We See.’...what Do You

The Moon Was A Sharply Defined Crescent And The Sky Was Perfectly Clear. The Stars Shone With Such Fierce, Contained Brilliance That It Seemed Absurd To Call The Night Dark.

What A Terrible Thing It Is To Botch A Farewell.

Gloom Is But A Shadow Of A Cloud Passing By

You Can Get Used To Anything - Haven't I Already Said That? Isn't That What All Survivors Say?

The Planet Is Populated By Human Beings, Of Which There Are Only Two Sexes, And The Role Of The Writer Is To Explore Otherness, Other Realities. So The Idea Of A Man Exploring What It's Like To Be A Woman Doesn't Strike Me As Being That Wild Or Crazy An Idea.