Give us power, give us light To holdall love within our breast's small space.
Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.
This story is about love, which means that it is also about hate.
As science pushes forward, ignorance and superstition gallop around the flanks and bite science in the rear with big dark teeth.
Nature is an experimenter.
Despite my vast interest in other universes and new ideas and space, travel and time travel, which by the way I think is impossible, the basic thing is human character, which is the main thing of most writers.