I Try To Be Specific. One Thought

First-rate Science Fiction Was, And Remains, More Interesting Than Second-rate Art.

Perhaps I Should Have Pointed Out More Often That Without Her (mother's) Guidance And Example I Might Have Gone Straight From Short Pants To Long Bay Gaol, Which In Those Days Was Still In Use And Heavily Populated By Larcenous Young Men Who Had Chosen Their Parents Less Wisely.

They Had A... Dog Called Bluey. A Know Psychopath, Bluey Would Attack Himself If Nothing Else Was Available.

Fiction Is Life With The Dull Bits Left Out.

All Honest Labor Becomes Easy; It Only Becomes Hard When Done With Unwillingness.