I hate it when something I've had published "inspires" some nut to imitate what I've written, or some teacher gets fired for having her students read one of my stories or novels.

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")

I could never write about strange kingdoms. I could never do Harry Potter or anything like that. Even when I did science-fiction, I didnt write about foreign planets and distant futures. I certainly never did fantasies about trolls living under bridges.

I had to write about realistic circumstances. Thats the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field.

A surfeiting of terror soon made terror a cliché.

And, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.