A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.

Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth.

Also, I've already won all the awards.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.

There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.

Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.