Here, In The Bare Dark

A Lot Of What The 'culture' Is About Is A Reaction To All The Science Fiction I Was Reading In My Very Early Teens.

By The Usual Reckoning, The Worst Books Make The Best Films.

I Held My Crotch, Closed My Eyes And Repeated My Secret Catechism.

It Was The Day My Grandmother Exploded.

"i Think I Know The Real Reason." "which Is?" "alcohol In The Dust Clouds. Goddamn Stuff Is Everywhere. Any Lousy Species Ever Invents The Telescope And The Spectroscope And Starts Looking In Between The Stars, What Do They Find?" He Knocked The Glass On The Table. "loads Of Stuff, But Much Of It Alcohol." He Drank From The Glass. "humanoids Are The Galaxy's Way Of Trying To Get Rid Of All That Alcohol."