I Have Heard Science Fiction And Fantasy

She Loved Him, More Than She Could Ever Find Words For, But This Love He Felt For Her Was Not Quite The Same. It Wasn't So Much Stronger, As More Demanding, More Insistent. As Though He Feared He Would Lose That Which He Had Finally Won.

The Idea Led Me Into The Research, Which Continues To Give Me More Ideas For The Story.

You Weren't Being Punished. You Were Waiting For Me.

Art Was As Much In The Activity As In The Results. Works Of Art Were Not Just The Finished Product, But The Thought, The Action, The Process That Created Them.

Life Is Neither Static Nor Unchanging. With No Individuality, There Can Be No Change, No Adaptation And, In An Inherently Changing World, Any Species Unable To Adapt Is Also Doomed.