The Problem With Being Passionately

But I Think, And Hope, That The Novels Can Be Understood And Enjoyed As Science Fiction, On Their Own Terms.

There Were Reprints Of American Editorials. Liberals Saw It As A Resurgence Of Social Protest And Decried The Discrimination, Poverty, And Hunger That Had Provoked It. Conservative Columnists Acidly Pointed Out That Hungry People Don't Steal Stereo Systems First And Called For A Crackdown In Law Enforcement. All Of The Reasoned Editorials Sounded Hollow In Light Of The Perverse Randomness Of The Event. It Was As If Only A Thin Wall Of Electric Lighting Protected The Great Cities Of The World From Total Barbarism.

To See And Feel One's Beloved Naked For The First Time Is One Of Life's Pure, Irreducible Epiphanies. If There Is A True Religion In The Universe, It Must Include That Truth Of Contact Or Be Forever Hollow. To Make Love To The One True Person Who Deserves That Love Is One Of The Few Absolute Rewards Of Being A Human Being, Balancing All Of The Pain, Loss, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Idiocy, Compromise, And Clumsiness That Go With The Human Condition. To Make Love To The Right Person Makes Up For A Lot Of Mistakes.

Love Is Nothing But Lust Misspelled.

In Such Seconds Of Decision Entire Futures Are Made.