His Main Principles Were Indeed As Follows:

Art Need No Longer Be An Account Of Past Sensations.

Not For Moorcock The Painful, Infrequent Excretion Of Dry Little Novels Like So Many Rabbit Pellets; His Is The Grand, Messy Fluxitself, In All Its Heroic Vulgarity, Its Unquenchable Optimism, Its Enthusiasm For The Inexhaustible Variousness Of Things.

A Mother Is Always A Mother, Since A Mother Is A Biological Fact, Whilst A Father Is A Movable Feast.

Soon, Nostalgia Will Be Another Name For Europe.

Is Not This World An Illusion? And Yet It Fools Everybody.