If More People Had Put

The Fatal Error Of Much Science Fiction Has Been To Subscribe To An Optimism Based On The Idea That Revolution, Or A New Gimmick, Or A Bunch Of Strong Men, Or An Invasion Of Aliens, Or The Conquest Of Other Planets, Or The Annihilation Of Half The World--in Short, Pretty Nearly Anything But The Facing Up To The Integral And Irredeemable Nature Of Mankind--can Bring About Utopian Situations. It Is The Old Error Of The Externalization Of Evil.

The Prose Poem Walk The Red Road Is Great Stuff And Deserves To Be Read Aloud. It Compares Quite Favorably To The Walls Of Emerald By Li Chiang Yen, A Chinese Poet Of The Late Tang Period.

What Were Several Fewer Species Of Animals Compared With A Hundred-mile Advance And Another Medal On Another General?

It's A National Failing To Think Of Politics As Something That Goes On In Parliament. It Isn't; It's Something That Goes On Inside Us.

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