Be Happy Now Because Tomorrow You Are

Madness, Like Small Fish, Runs In Hosts, In Vast Numbers Of Instances.

Strange How Paranoia Can Link Up With Reality Now And Then.

Science Fiction Writers, I Am Sorry To Say, Really Do Not Know Anything.

All Responsible Writers, To Some Degree, Have Become Involuntary Criers Of Doom, Because Doom Is In The Wind

Human Has Always Striven To Retain The Past, To Keep It Convincing; There's Nothing Wicked In That. Without It We Have No Continuity; We Have Only The Moment. And, Deprived Of The Past, The Moment - The Present - Has Little Meaning, If Any.