I find the world and all it contains extremely fascinating. Is this sinful?
Who could not return from a visit to Jack Vance's world, without feeling that he had been somewhere unique, that he had experienced things unavailable in our mundane world?
Ignorance can't be pardoned. Only cured.
Stale is stale and borrowed is borrowed, no matter how original your models may have been.
I hate no one, sir. It seems a waste of emotional energy.
Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.