How Much Research I Have To Do

There Is Nothing In Art, In Philosophy, Or In Politics To Match The Fervor Of Mutual Cooperation Among Discordant Bands Of Fanatics.

I Hear Entire Symphonies, Oratorios, In My Head, But I Can't Write A Note.

How Much Research I Have To Do Depends On The Nature Of The Story. For Fantasy, None At All.

The Universe Is Full Of Dead People Who Lived By Assumption.

We're All Nothing But Unified Arrangements Of Atoms And Particles, Drifting Around, Enjoying Consciousness Every Now And Then For A Second Or So Before Splitting Up To Become Bits And Pieces Of Trees And Stars And French Fries.