The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.

Science fiction is not prescriptive; it is descriptive.

O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.

He knew now, and the knowledge was hard, that his task had never been to undo what he had done, but to finish what he had begun.

...If at moments the facts seem to alter with an altered voice, why then you can choose the fact you like best; yet none of them are false, and it is all one story.

What is life without incompatible realities?

I have decided that the trouble with print is, it never changes its mind.