How Often It Is That

History Is A Constant Race Between Invention And Catastrophe.

Unused Power Was Like A Marionette With Visible Strings, Nobody Holding Them. A Compelling Attraction: I Could Make It Dance.

I Am Like A Person Whose Hands Were Kept Numb, Without Sensation From The First Moment Of Awareness - Until One Day The Ability To Feel Is Forced Into Them. And I Say "look! I Have No Hands!" But The People All Around Me Say: "what Are Hands?

I Don't Worry About Inspiration, Or Anything Like That. It's A Matter Of Just Sitting Down And Working.

Fear Is The Penalty Of Consciousness Forced To Stare At Itself.