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The Logos Was Both That Which Thought, And The Thing Which It Thought: Thinker And Thought Together. The Universe, Then, Is Thinker And Thought, And Since We Are Part Of It, We As Humans Are, In The Final Analysis, Thoughts Of And Thinkers Of Those Thoughts.

Sometimes I Wish I Knew How To Go Crazy. I Forget How.

Writing Is A Lonely Way Of Life. You Shut Yourself Up In Your Study And Work And Work.

It Has Been Said Of Dreams That They Are A 'controlled Psychosis,' Or, Put Another Way, A Psychosis Is A Dream Breaking Through During Waking Hours.

I Was Twelve When I Read My First Sf Magazine