What you don’t know, you can’t tell. Or made to tell.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.

I and everyone else in this world live in what is probably the most difficult times that have ever been. We are facing total thermonuclear destruction; and, if you can make someone believe in a ghost or a demon or a vampire in the face of that, you are doing well. From my own personal point of view, I don't think just blood and guts is enough. At least, it isn't for me. Maybe it will turn someone's stomach; but, I'm not sure that is literature or even entertainment.

In polite society, we call our obsessions hobbies.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

I think what you do is, you keep your sensors open. And it's - the more that you do the job, the more you come to understand in a kind of intuitive way that you're always - you know, your radar is on. And the thing is going around and around and around. And it's not picking up any blips.