The unconscious is selective, when it learns what to listen for.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work.

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small... and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

The hell with the newspapers. Nobody reads the letters to the editor column except the nuts. It's enough to get you down.

The unconscious is selective, when it learns what to listen for.

I was twelve when I read my first sf magazine