Art Is Collective. Always, It Has A

You Can't Imbibe Someone's Success By F*cking Them.

Privileged Groups, Like Everyone Else, Want To Think Well Of Themselves And To Believe That They Are Acting Generously And Justly.

Leaning Her Silly, Beautiful, Drunken Head On My Shoulder, She Said, "oh, Esther, I Don't Want To Be A Feminist. I Don't Enjoy It. It's No Fun." "i Know," I Said. "i Don't Either." People Think You Decide To Be A "radical," For God's Sake, Like Deciding To Be A Librarian Or A Ship's Chandler. You "make Up Your Mind," You "commit Yourself" (sounds Like A Mental Hospital, Doesn't It?). I Said Don't Worry, We Could Be Buried Together And Have Engraved On Our Tombstone The Awful Truth, Which Some Day Somebody Will Understand: We Wuz Pushed.

Science Fiction, As I Mentioned Before, Writes About What Is Neither Impossible Nor Possible; The Fact Is That, When The Question Of Possibility Comes Up In Science Fiction, The Author Can Only Reply That Nobody Knows. We Haven't Been There Yet. We Haven't Discovered That Yet. Science Fiction Hasn't Happened.

Sit A Man On His Ass With Nothing To Do But Eat And The First Thing That Goes Is His Mind. It Never Fails.