I Just Knew There Were Stories I

Tolerance, Like Any Aspect Of Peace, Is Forever A Work In Progress, Never Completed, And, If We're As Intelligent As We Like To Think We Are, Never Abandoned.

I'm A Pessimist If I'm Not Careful, A Feminist, A Black,...an Oil-and-water Combination Of Ambition, Laziness, Insecurity, Certainty, And Drive.

The Child In Each Of Us Knows Paradise. Paradise Is Home. Home As It Was Or Home As It Should Have Been. Paradise Is One's Own Place, One's Own People, One's Own World, Knowing And Known, Perhaps Even Loving And Loved. Yet Every Child Is Cast From Paradise- Into Growth And New Community, Into Vast, Ongoing Change.

But My Problem With Fantasy, And Horror, And Related Genres, Is That Sometimes The Problems Are Illogical.

I Would Never Have Been A Good Scientist - My Attention Span Was Too Short For That.