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The World Gets More Like Disneyland Every Day, And It's The Same The Other Way Round. I Can't Explain What I Know. Try Explaining Red To A Dog And See How Fast He Gets Bored.

Talking To Oneself, I Have Often Thought, Is The Best Way To Be Sure Of Intelligent And Witty Conversation.

It's Stupid, I Know, But I Care. All The Things That Meant So Much When We Were Young. Under The Blankets Late At Night, Listening To Long-distance Radio. All Those Things Lost Now Or Broken. Can You Remember? Can You Remember That Feeling? Perhaps I Ought To Go To A Doctor.

I Do Like To Keep Abreast Of What The Hardcore Vocal Members Of The Comics-reading Audience Are Talking About On Internet Message Boards, But There Are So Few Of Them, As A Percentage Of The Buying Audience, That I Can't Allow Their Opinions To Dictate Story Direction.

I Don't Like To Think Of My Readership As "fans," A Word Which Has Always Suggested A Kind Of Power Relationship I'm Uncomfortable With.