In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

Don't worry. You're safe now. You've got nothing left to steal.

What I do not want to write is didactic political tracts.

To be alive was to be disappointed. You tried and failed and kept on trying, never knowing whether you'd ever get what you wanted. But sometimes we get what we need.

The mers were also designed to reproduce only at long intervals, in order to maintain the natural balance of the environment in which they were placed.

Fear of the unknown is a terrible fear.

Myth is, after all, the neverending story.