What I Try To Do

But The Trouble With Sainthood These Days Is The Robe-and-halo Imagery That Gets Stuck Onto It." Carl Got That Brooding Look Again. "people Forget That Robes Were Street Clothes Once... And Still Are, In A Lot Of Places. And Halos Are To That Fierce Air Of Innocence What Speech Balloons In Comics Are To The Sound Of The Voice Itself. Shorthand. But Most People Just See An Old Symbol And Don't Bother Looking Behind It For The Meaning. Sainthood Starts To Look Old-fashioned, Unattainable... Even Repellent. Actually, You Can See It All Around, Once You Learn To Spot It.

(true,) The White Hole Said. (my Name Is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) And At The Same Time He Went Flickering Through A Pattern Of Colors That Was Evidently The Visual Translation.

My First Generation Of Young Readers Now Have Not Only Children, But Some Of Them Have Grandchildren To Whom They're Introducing Their Old Passion.

Footsteps In The Snow Suggest Where You Have Been, Point To Where You Were Going: But When They Suddenly Vanish, Never Dismiss The Possibility Of Flight.

What I Try To Do For My Readers Is To Pass On Some Of The Things That I Found Out About Being Thirteen After Doing It For Forty Years.