I Was Going To Be A Scientist.

We Have Fallen Into This Very Mean Description Of Humanity. Naturalism In Fiction Is Too Reductive In Its Definition Of Human Beings.

I Was Born Left-handed, But I Was Made To Use My Other Hand. When I Was Writing 'famished Road,' Which Was Very Long, I Got Repetitive Stress Syndrome. My Right Wrist Collapsed, So I Started Using My Left Hand. The Prose I Wrote With My Left Hand Came Out Denser, So Later On I Had To Change It.

The Worst Realities Of Our Age Are Manufactured Realities. It Is Therefore Our Task, As Creative Participants In The Universe, To Re Dream Our World. The Fact Of Possessing Imagination Means That Everything Can Be Re Dreamed. Each Reality Can Have It

Only Those Who Truly Love And Who Are Truly Strong Can Sustain Their Lives As A Dream. You Dwell In Your Own Enchantment. Life Throws Stones At You, But Your Love And Your Dream Change Those Stones Into The Flowers Of Discovery. Even If You Lose, Or Are Defeated By Things, Your Triumph Will Always Be Exemplary. And If No One Knows It, Then There Are Places That Do. People Like You Enrich The Dreams Of The Worlds, And It Is Dreams That Create History. People Like You Are Unknowing Transformers Of Things, Protected By Your Own Fairy-tale, By Love.

We Can Still Astonish The Gods In Humanity And Be The Stuff Of Future Legends, If We But Dare To Be Real, And Have The Courage To See That This Is The Time To Dream The Best Dream Of Them All.