There are only two worlds - your world, which is the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy. Worlds like this are worlds of the human imagination: their reality, or lack of reality, is not important. What is important is that they are there. these worlds provide an alternative. Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a dream, and power; provide refuge, and pain. They give your world meaning. They do not exist; and thus they are all that matters.

Never use five words if you can get away with one, eh? I've known dead men talk more than you do.

People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.

You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.

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?

I'm sure there's an alternate universe where I got to become a pulpy science fiction writer.

I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn't a proper place. I like in betweens.