There is no creation without tradition; the ‘new’ is an inflection on a preceding form; novelty is always a variation on the past.

It was how it had been with the madman among the tombs, that their number was legion, far in excess at any rate if the number listed on the back of the door as the...

Airplane Dream #13′ told the story, more or less, of a dream Rosa had had about the end of the world. There were no human beings left but her, and she had found herself flying...

A little bit of one story joins onto an idea from another, and hey presto, . . . not old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing.

Danny strolled to the town common, sat on one of the benches in Teenytown and took one of the bottles out of the bag, looking down on it like Hamlet with Yorick’s skull