And life is a good thing for a writer. It's where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it.

Mostly you are what they think you are.

I felt very much like a hooker who had just been told she was a lady of the evening.

What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?

You're a poem?' I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. 'If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.' 'Isn't it hard to be three things at the same time?' 'What's your name?' 'Enn.' 'So you are Enn,' she said. 'And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time?

Soon,” said the crackling voice of the flame, coming from behind him, “they will fall. Soon they will fall and the star people will meet the earth people. There will be heroes among them, and men who will slay monsters and bring knowledge, but none of them will be gods. This is a poor place for gods.

There may be a parallel between woodcuts and radio; radio plays are a living art form everywhere except the USA.