My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safer for children to grow up in.

Yet we were rescued by that fancy, and saved by a myth.

Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud's terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetypes which, as Jung warned us, are dangerous things. Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.

Paradise is for those who make paradise.

What is an anarchist? One who, choosing, accepts the responsibility of choice.

There is a limited number of plots. There is no limit to the number of stories.