A Work Of Art Is

The Most Useless Job In The World Is That Of The Critic. That Is A Prejudiced Statement. I Admit It. I'm Prejudiced. I Hate Critics. ... And Now, As The Saying Goes (yesterday, I Couldn't Even Spell Critik), And Now I Are One.

Who Are We? And To Me That's The Essential Question That's Always Been In Science Fiction. A Lot Of Science Fiction Stories Are - At Their Very Best - Evocations Of That Question. When We Look Up At The Night Sky And Wonder, "is There Anyone Else Out There?" We're Also Asking Who We Are We In Relation To Them.

The Problem With The Gene Pool Is That There's No Lifeguard.

I'm Frustrated With Hollywood And Television And The Movies Because They See Science Fiction As An Excuse For Eye Candy, For Lots Of Great Special Effects.

True Genius Can Be Identified By The Fact That Its Expression Changes The World Into Something It Has Never Been Before.