Fiction Writing Feels More Honest

In A Head-on Collision With Fanatics, The Real Problem Is Always The Same: How Can We Possibly Behave Decently Toward People So Arrogantly Ignorant That They Believe, First, That They Possess Christ's Power To Bestow Salvation, Second, That Forcing Us To Memorize And Regurgitate A Few Of Their Favorite Bible Phrases And Attend Their Church Is That Salvation, And Third, That Any Discomfort, Frustration, Anger Or Disagreement We Express In The Face Of Their Moronic Barrages Is Due Not To Their Astounding Effrontery But To Our Sinfulness?

My Books Are Inert As Cordwood Till A Readers Imagination Ignites One And An Old Flame Jumps To Life.

To Me, It's A Great Day Every Time I Receive A Letter From Somebody Who Climbed Inside One Of My Books, Inhabited It For A While, Learned A Little Something, And Emerged Grateful.

Fiction Writing Feels More Honest To Me.

But I Finally Concluded That It Is An Inalienable Right Of Lovers Everywhere To Become Temporarily Worthless To The World, It May Even Be Their Duty.