I Don't Like To Think

I'm At A Stage In My Career Where I Don't Expect Or Get Too Much Editorial Input Into What I'm Doing. I Have A Proven Track Record Of Success, So My Editors Are Willing To Cut Me Some Slack Even When A Particular Approach Is Not To Their Personal Taste.

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.

American Writers Often Say They Find It Difficult To Write Superman. They Say He's Too Powerful; You Can't Give Him Problems. But Superman Is A Metaphor. For Me, Superman Has The Same Problems We Do, But On A Paul Bunyan Scale. If Superman Walks The Dog, He Walks It Around The Asteroid Belt Because It Can Fly In Space. When Superman's Relatives Visit, They Come From The 31st Century And Bring Some Hellish Monster Conqueror From The Future. But It's Still A Story About Your Relatives Visiting.

Your Head's Like Mine, Like All Our Heads; Big Enough To Contain Every God And Devil There Ever Was. Big Enough To Hold The Weight Of Oceans And The Turning Stars. Whole Universes Fit In There! But What Do We Choose To Keep In This Miraculous Cabinet? Little Broken Things, Sad Trinkets That We Play With Over And Over. The World Turns Our Key And We Play The Same Little Tune Again And Again And We Think That Tune's All We Are.

I Was Always Interested In Myths Growing Up. So, First I Got Into Some Roman Myths, Then I Was Interested In Norse, Then Celtic, Then I Started Spreading To All The Other Mythologies.