Every man's work$$$ whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else$$$ is always a portrait of himself.

Twenty-five or thirty words are supposed to be enough in a news bullet to explain either a war or an unusual set of Christmas lights.

When vision fails<br/>Direction is lost.<br/>When direction is lost<br/>Purpose may be forgotten.<br/>When purpose is forgotten<br/>Emotion rules alone.<br/>When emotion rules alone$$$<br/>Destruction<br/>destruction.

Here we are--<br/>Energy$$$<br/>Mass$$$<br/>Life$$$<br/>Shaping life$$$<br/>Mind$$$<br/>Shaping Mind$$$<br/>God$$$<br/>Shaping God.<br/>Consider--<br/>We are born<br/>Not with purpose$$$<br/>But with potential.

I'm a fifty-three-year-old writer who can remember being a ten-year-old writer and who expects someday to be an eighty-year-old writer.

Belief initiates and guides action or it does nothing.

Nothing. It just finds you a lot more attractive than it does most Humans. What can you do with a beautiful woman that you can't do with an ugly one? Nothing. It's just a matter of preference.

I wasn't trying to work out my own ancestry. I was trying to get people to feel slavery. I was trying to get across the kind of emotional and psychological stones that slavery threw at people.

Fantasy is totally wide open; all you really have to do is follow the rules you've set. But if you're writing about science$$$ you have to first learn what you're writing about.

Shaking off$$$ with one mighty effort the fetters of habit$$$ the leaden weight of routine$$$ the cloak of many cares and the slavery of home$$$ man feels once more happy.