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

Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.

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

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

The living tongue that tells the word, the living ear that hears it, bind and bond us in the communion we long for in the silence of our inner solitude.

Part of the particular interest and beauty of science fiction and fantasy: writer and reader collaborate in world-making.

Artists are people who are not at all interested in the facts - only in the truth.