I Tell, Therefore You Are.

Genres Aren't Closed Boxes. Stuff Flows Back And Forth Across The Borders All The Time.

Once A Month I Wake In The Night, Slippery With Terror. I'm Afraid, Not Because There's Someone In The Room, In The Dark, In The Bed, But Because There Isn't. I'm Afraid Of The Emptiness, Which Lies Beside Me Like A Corpse.

The Object Is Very Clear In The Fight Against Racism; You Have Reasons Why You're Opposed To It. But When You're Writing A Novel, You Don't Want The Reader To Come Out Of It Voting Yes Or No To Some Question. Life Is More Complicated Than That.

It's Evening, One Of Those Gray Water-color Washes, Like Liquid Dust.

Science Fiction Is Filled With Martians And Space Travel To Other Planets, And Things Like That.