Human beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.

My ideal reader is me. And yes, my ideal reader comes with me and is forgiving.

You shone like a star. The funniest, wisest writer & the finest friend

And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that.

You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.

I want to write a play. I'd like to do an original musical. I should probably put together a poetry collection.

The young man shivered. He rolled the stock themes of fantasy over in his mind: cars and stockbrokers and commuters, housewives and police, agony columns and commercials for soap, income tax and cheap restaurants, magazines and credit cards and streetlights and computers... 'It is escapism, true,' he said, aloud. 'But is not the highest impulse in mankind the urge toward freedom, the drive to escape?