One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.

Swoopers write a story quickly, higgledy-piggledy, crinkum-crankum, any which way. Then they go over it again painstakingly, fixing everything that is just plain awful or doesn’t work. Bashers go one sentence at a time, getting it exactly right before they go on to the next one. When they’re done they’re done.

There is this feeling that I have a destiny far away from the shallow and preposterous posing that is our life.

History! Read it and weep!

We have such a young culture that there is an opportunity to contribute wonderful new myths to it, which will be accepted.

Make love when you can. It's good for you.

Don't put anything into a story that does not reveal character or advance the action.