Image: Collage of Sanskrit writings, Moorish arches, Russian Orthodox church with cursive script in background, Cla
A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.
The idea came to me complete from start to finish – a most unusual occurrence, as any writer will tell you, for ordinarily a story has to be struggled with, changed around and mixed up.
You see things less clearly when you open your eyes too wide.
Any form of art is a form of power; it has impact, it can affect change – it can not only move us, it makes us move.
Black man cleans the streets but mustn't walk freely on the pavement; Black man must build houses for the white man but cannot live in them; Black man cooks the white man's food but eats what is left over. Don't listen to anyone bluff you and say Black and white are brothers.
Obsessions are the only things that matter.
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.
If you're going to lick the icing off somebody else's cake you won't be nourished and it won't do you any good, or you might find the cake had caraway seeds and you hate them.
Why don't we have a little game? Let's pretend that we're human beings, and that we're actually alive.