...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.

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

Art is action. The way I live my life to its highest degree is by writing, the practice of art.

The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.

The use of imaginative fiction is to deepen your understanding of your world, and your fellow men, and your own feelings, and your destiny.

The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men's eyes.

The reader can't take much for granted in a fiction where the scenery can eat the characters.