I want to write about people I love, and put them into a fictional world spun out of my own mind, not the world we actually have, because the world we actually have does not meet my standards.

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

In a one-party system there is always a landslide.

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.

The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.

On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.

You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean before they came here I could stand it... But now it has changed. You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to nonpeople." - J.R. Isidore