What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

A forest ecology is a delicate one. If the forest perishes, its fauna may go with it. The Athshean word for world is also the word for forest.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.

There's a good deal in common between the mind's eye and the TV screen, and though the TV set has all too often been the boobtube, it could be, it can be, the box of dreams.