and each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing.

My favorite author's question of all time - because it's so simple to answer ... 'Is your hair really like that, or do you get it done?

Blank pages inspire me with terror.

The future of narrative? Built in, part of the human template. Not going away. The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives. There are others. The scroll is coming back (Twitter is a scroll.) Short forms are returning online. Interactivity is coming back; it was always there in oral storytelling. Each form has its pluses and its minuses.

Every utopia - let's just stick with the literary ones - faces the same problem: What do you do with the people who don't fit in?

it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.

I've learned quite a lot, over the years, by avoiding what I was supposed to be learning.