The Trouble With Writing Fiction

"don't You Have A Religion?" Dorolow Asked Horza. "yes," He Replied, Not Taking His Eyes Away From The Screen On The Wall Above The End Of The Main Mess-room Table. "my Survival."

It Was A Truism That All Civilizations Were Basically Neurotic Until They Made Contact With Everybody Else And Found Their Place Within The Ever-changing Meta-civilisation Of Other Beings, Because, Until Then, During The Stage When They Honestly Believed They Might Be Entirely Alone In Existence, All Solo Societies Were Possessed Of Both An Inflated Sense Of Their Own Importance And A Kind Of Existential Terror At The Sheer Scale And Apparent Emptiness Of The Universe.

Political Correctness Is What Right-wing Bigots Call What Everybody Else Calls Being Polite

Most People Are Not Prepared To Have Their Minds Changed, And I Think They Know In Their Hearts That Other People Are Just The Same, And One Of The Reasons People Become Angry When They Argue Is That They Realize Just That, As They Trot Out Their Excuses.

I'm An Only Child So Am Happy With My Own Company And I Don't Really Get Lonely.