Fiction and its fascinations. Stories and their allure. How many hours the mind contemplates the story of
itself! What it carries. How it is carried through space, turning slightly, moving forward.
The story, like most valuable things, is a beautiful tool that must be pulled out and used at the right
time. And whatever the story-teller thinks of himself he must resolve the truth, his truth, admit of it and
then pull the manifold things to this truth and test it there.
The story writer, as an artist, understands that a mere paragraph can last an eternity while a long,
long sadly long tale can vanish in a heartbeat. Size does not count. The energy in the words and the spaces
between the words, count.