I've No Objection To Morality, Except That

My Briefest Ever Definition Of Science Fiction Is 'hubris Clobbered By Nemesis.'

When Knowledge Becomes Formulated Into A Science, Then It Does Take On A Life Of It's Own, Often Alien To The Human Spirit That Conceived It.

It Is At Night... That The Mind Is Most Clear, That We Are Most Able To Hold All Our Life In The Palm Of Our Skull.

It Is Comparatively Easy To Become A Writer; Staying A Writer, Resisting Formulaic Work, Generating Ones Own Creativity - Thats A Much Tougher Matter.

Its At Night, When Perhaps We Should Be Dreaming, That The Mind Is Most Clear, That We Are Most Able To Hold All Our Life In The Palm Of Our Skull. I Dont Know If Anyone Has Ever Pointed Out That Great Attraction Of Insomnia Before, But It Is So; The Night Seems To Release A Little More Of Our Vast Backward Inheritance Of Instincts And Feelings; As With The Dawn, A Little Honey Is Allowed To Ooze Between The Lips Of The Sandwich, A Little Of The Stuff Of Dreams To Drip Into The Waking Mind.