And, Before Science Had Caught Up With

Each Memory Was Brought To Life Before Me And Within Me. I Could Not Avoid Them. Neither Could I Rationalize, Explain Away. I Could Only Re-experience With Total Cognizance, Unprotected By Pretense. Self Delusion Was Impossible, Truth Exposed In This Blinding Light. Nothing As I Thought It Had Been. Nothing As I Hoped It Had Been. Only As It Had Been.

I Hate It When Something I've Had Published "inspires" Some Nut To Imitate What I've Written, Or Some Teacher Gets Fired For Having Her Students Read One Of My Stories Or Novels.

To Get Married And Have A Family, Is To Grow Up And Mature. It's The Only Way. You Can Read Philosophy Books For A Hundred Years, But If You Don't Get Married And Have A Family You Will Never Get It. They Soften You And Shape You, Mature You. Absolutely.

I Could Never Write About Strange Kingdoms. I Could Never Do Harry Potter Or Anything Like That. Even When I Did Science-fiction, I Didnt Write About Foreign Planets And Distant Futures. I Certainly Never Did Fantasies About Trolls Living Under Bridges.

That's What Was Wrong With Drinking Too Much. You Became Immune To Drunken Delights. There Was No Solace In Liquor. Before You Got Happy, You Collapsed.