unhappy families are conspiracies of silence. The one who breaks the silence is never forgiven.

The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests. The heart. Carbon-based primitive in a silicon world.

Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently.

Earth is ancient now, but all knowledge is stored up in her. She keeps a record of everything that has happened since time began. Of time before time, she says little, and in a language that no one has yet understood. Through time, her secret codes have gradually been broken. Her mud and lava is a message from the past. Of time to come, she says much, but who listens?

Writers have to have a knack for listening. I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create.

Of course, people will laugh at you, but people laugh at a great many things so there is no need to take it personally.

Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.