Genre categories are irrelevant. I dislike them, but I do not have the casting vote.
I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.
Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.
We need the expressive arts, the ancient scribes, the storytellers, the priests.
Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.
We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.