Any carefully planned thing destroys the creativity. You can't think your way through a story; you have to live it. So, you don't build a story; you allow it to explode.
Ray BradburyWhy live? Life was its own answer. Life was the propagation of more life and the living of as good a life as possible.
Ray BradburyInto the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.
Ray Bradbury