We Belong To An Age Where Apocalypse

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.

A Writer Should Say To Himself, Not, How Can I Get More Money?, But How Can I Reach More Readers (without Lowering Standards)?

Obeying An Inalienable Law, Things Grew, Growing Riotous And Strange In Their Impulse For Growth.

The Shuffle Only Demonstrated People's Fatuous Belief In A Political Cure For A Human Condition.

Science Fiction Is The Search For A Definition Of Mankind And His Status In The Universe Which Will Stand In Our Advanced But Confused State Of Knowledge (science), And Is Characteristically Cast In The Gothic Or Post Gothic Mode.