Ambition Like A Liquid Ruby Stains.

The Problem Isn't To Learn To Love Humanity, But To Learn To Love Those Members Of It Who Happen To Be At Hand.

The Pulp Hero, Though He May Be A Renegade, Is A Guy Who Doesn't Feel. Anything. Ever. And For The Adolescent Male - Pummeled By Emotions Left And Right, Whether Arising From Sexuality Or Resulting From His Necessary Encounters With Authority - This Hero Is A Blessing, A Relief And A Release. The World He Lives In, Where Feelings Are Totally Under Control, Looks To The Adolescent Boy Like Heaven! This Hero's Lack Of Feeling - Like Star Trek's Spock - Is What Allows Him To Be A Genius, Or Allows Him To Shoot The Bad Guys And/or Aliens, Without A Quiver To His Lip.

There Is A Sense Of Decency That's Like A Barometer To A Man's Or A Country's Health.

You Meet A New Person, You Go With Him And Suddenly You Get A Whole New City...you Go Down New Streets, You See Houses You Never Saw Before, Pass Places You Didn't Even Know Were There. Everything Changes.

In The Arts, People Are Always Waiting For Someone Or Some Movement To "fulfill Her/its/his Promise." Then, Half-a-dozen Or A Dozen Years On, Others Begin To Realize That, Really, Something Extraordinary Was Actually Happening.