Yet She Felt An Impostor, And Already

I Would Sum Up My Fear About The Future In One Word: Boring. And That's My One Fear: That Everything Has Happened; Nothing Exciting Or New Or Interesting Is Ever Going To Happen Again... The Future Is Just Going To Be A Vast, Conforming Suburb Of The Soul.

I Think The Enemy Of Creativity In The World Today Is That So Much Thinking Is Done For You.

The Human Race Sleepwalked To Oblivion, Thinking Only Of The Corporate Logos On It's Shroud.

Sooner Or Later, All Games Become Serious.

'what Was Being On The Moon Literally Like?' [. . .] 'being On The Moon?' His Tired Gaze Inspected The Narrow Street Of Cheap Jewellery Stores, With Its Office Messengers And Lottery Touts, The Off-duty Taxi-drivers Leaning Against Their Cars. 'it Was Just Like Being Here.'