I am thinking of a sky filled with spaceships, so many of them that they seem like a plague of locusts, silver against the luminous mauve of the night.
I have lost people, though.It's strange when it happens. I don't actually lose them. Not in the way one loses one's parents, either as a small child, when you think you are holding your mother's hand...
And the people who would burn the words, the people who would take the books from the shelves, the firemen and the ignorant, the ones afraid of tales and words and dreams and Hallowe'en and people who...
Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything,' Ray said once, in an interview.He gave people so many reasons to love him. We did. And, so far, we have not forgotten.