I Can Imagine Anything Except

There's Something Inherently More Appealing About The Idea That You Could Reveal And Tell Stories About Characters Over The Course Of A Tv Season - 13 Or 26 Episodes, Whatever It Might Be - Than In The Course Of One Two-hour Movie. You Can Do So Many More Novelistic Kinds Of Things On A Tv Show - With Time, With Gradual Development Of Relationships, And So On - Than You Could Possibly Do In A Movie. And That Is Very Appealing.

Rueful, Bittersweet, Funny, Written With Tenderness And Bite, Merrill Feitell's Stories, Like So Many Classic Short Stories, Are Made From The Plain And Painful Stuff Of This World, And Haunted By The Possibility, And The Impossibility, Of A Better One.

Art Is A Form Of Exploration, Of Sailing Off Into The Unknown Alone, Heading For Those Unmarked Places On The Map. If Children Are Not Permitted-not Taught-to Be Adventurers And Explorers As Children, What Will Become Of The World Of Adventure, Of Stories, Of Literature Itself?

There Are No Moments More Painful For A Parent Than Those In Which You Contemplate Your Child's Perfect Innocence Of Some Imminent Pain, Misfortune, Or Sorrow. That Innocence (like Every Kind Of Innocence Children Have) Is Rooted In Their Trust Of You, One That You Will Shortly Be Obliged To Betray; Whether It Is Fair Or Not, Whether You Can Help It Or Not, You Are Always The Ultimate Guarantor Or Destroyer Of That Innocence.

I Have A Deadline. I'm Glad. I Think That Will Help Me Get It Done.