The Big Talent Is Persistence.

Science Fiction Let Me Do Both. It Let Me Look Into Science And Stick My Nose In Everywhere.

Humans Said One Thing With Their Bodies And Another With Their Mouths And Everyone Had To Spend Time And Energy Figuring Out What They Really Meant. And Once You Did Understand Them, The Humans Got Angry And Acted As Though You Had Stolen Thoughts From Their Minds.

We Need The Stars... We Need Purpose! We Need The Image The Destiny To Take Root Among The Stars Gives Us Of Ourselves As A Purposeful, Growing Species. We Need To Become The Adult Species That The Destiny Can Help Us Become! If We're To Be Anything Other Than Smooth Dinosaurs Who Evolve, Specialize And Die, We Need The Stars.... When We Have No Difficult, Long-term Purpose To Strive Toward, We Fight Each Other. We Destroy Ourselves. We Have These Chaotic, Apocalyptic Periods Of Murderous Craziness.

Religion Kept Some Of My Relatives Alive, Because It Was All They Had. If They Hadn't Had Some Hope Of Heaven, Some Companionship In Jesus, They Probably Would Have Committed Suicide, Their Lives Were So Hellish.

I Wasn't Trying To Work Out My Own Ancestry. I Was Trying To Get People To Feel Slavery. I Was Trying To Get Across The Kind Of Emotional And Psychological Stones That Slavery Threw At People.