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In The Dark That Followed - Lucy Said; "where I Was Born, The Trees Were Always In The Sun. And I Left That Place Because It Was Intolerant Of Rain. Now, We Are Here In A Place Where There Are No Trees And There Is Only Rain. And I Intend To Leave This Place - Because It Is Intolerant Of Light. Somewhere - There Must Be Somewhere Where Darkness And Light Are Reconciled. So I Am Starting A Rumour, Here And Now, Of Yet Another World. I Don't Know When It Will Present Itself - I Don't Know Where It Will Be. But - As With All Those Other Worlds Now Past When It Is Ready, I Intend To Go There.

Literature Was Intended To Be Dangerous. Art Was Meant To Be Dangerous. Ideas Were Nothing If They Were Not Dangerous.

And What You Do Is You Go Into Where Your Anger Is, If You're Writing Anger, You Go Into Where Your Hatred Is, If You're Writing Hatred. Your Joy Is, If You're Writing Joy. You Find The Source Of The Energy That Draws Hatred, Anger, Joy, Etc., Etc., Etc. That's What You Have To Find. That's What You Do As An Actor And That's What You Do As A Writer. And You Bring People To The Page.

I Write Against Violence. I Write Against Fascism. I Write Against One Person Dominating Another.

The Spaces Between The Perceiver And The Thing Perceived Can [...] Be Closed With A Shout Of Recognition.