The Bomb Lives Only As

The Trouble With Writing Fiction Is That It Has To Make Sense, Whereas Real Life Doesn't.

Here, In The Bare Dark Face Of Night A Calm Unhurried Eye Draws Sight We See In What We Think We Fear The Cloudings Of Our Thought Made Clear

I'm Saying With Very Few Exceptions Nothing Lasts Forever, And Among Those Exceptions, No Work Or Thought Of Man Is Numbered.

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

Science Fiction Is Trying To Find Alternative Ways Of Looking At Realities.