I am as frustrated with society as a pyromaniac in a petrified forest.

My fiction is reviewed by the mainstream press by science fiction periodicals romance magazines small press publications and various other journals including some usually devoted to archaeological and other science material.

Modern science then so far from being an enemy of romance is seen on every hand to be its sympathetic and resourceful friend its swift and irresistible helper in its serious need and an indulgent minister to its lighter fancies.

Science is not only a disciple of reason but also one of romance and passion.

Romance should never begin with sentiment. It should begin with science and end with a settlement.

I know that some endeavor to throw the mantle of romance over the subject and treat woman like some ideal existence not liable to the ills of life. Let those deal in fancy who have nothing better to deal in we have to do with sober sad realities with stubborn facts.

I want to do all kinds of things. I want to do some comedy. I'd love to do a romantic comedy and I'd love to do some period pieces with classical text. I'd love somebody to cast me as Macbeth but for a film. I just want to be all over the place.

The whole westward expansion myth is seen as romantic. But it's a joke a blot on American history.

So I'm still in my romantic stage with London I love it as a place.

Consider what a romantic expedition you are on take notes.