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I Wanted To Rub The Human Race In Its Own Vomit, And Force It To Look In The Mirror.

Burroughs Called His Greatest Novel Naked Lunch, By Which He Meant It's What You See On The End Of A Fork. He's A Writer Of Enormous Richness Whose Books Are A Kind Of Attempt To Blow Up This Cozy Conspiracy, To Allow Us To See What's On The End Of The Fork . . . The Truth.

I Admired Anyone Who Could Unsettle People.

I Would Sum Up My Fear About The Future In One Word: Boring. And That's My One Fear: That Everything Has Happened; Nothing Exciting Or New Or Interesting Is Ever Going To Happen Again... The Future Is Just Going To Be A Vast, Conforming Suburb Of The Soul.

Science And Technology Multiply Around Us. To An Increasing Extent They Dictate The Languages In Which We Speak And Think. Either We Use Those Languages, Or We Remain Mute.