True allegiance is only given willingly.
All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts.
If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull towards the human. The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love.
If we nourish imagination, we nourish everything else.
-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.
Fantasy, in addition to being great storytelling, moves us at some unique and profound level. It has, I think, the power of mythology, or ancient dreams we have always and forever shared. In it, we find our real world and our real selves.