It Is Not Extraordinary That The Extraterrestrial

I Was Never An Angry Young Man. I Am Angry Only When I Hit My Thumb With A Hammer.

When Starting To Think About Any Novel, Part Of The Motive Is: I'm Going To Show Them, This Time.

Now And Then I Become Conscious Of Having The Reputation Of Being One Of The Great Drinkers, If Not One Of The Great Drunks, Of Our Time.

Outside Every Fat Man There Is An Even Fatter Man Trying To Close In.

I Wish I Could Have A Little Tape-and-loudspeaker Arrangement Sewn Into The Binding Of This Magazine, To Be Triggered Off By The Light Reflected From The Reader's Eyes On To This Part Of The Page, And Set To Bawl Out At Several Bels: More Will Mean Worse.