Any Fool Can Write A Novel But

The Catastrophe Story, Whoever May Tell It, Represents A Constructive And Positive Act By The Imagination Rather Than A Negative One, An Attempt To Confront The Terrifying Void Of A Patently Meaningless Universe By Challenging It At Its Own Game. [. . .] Each One Of These Fantasies Represents An Arraignment Of The Finite, An Attempt To Dismantle The Formal Structure Of Time And Space Which The Universe Wraps Around Us At The Moment We First Achieve Consciousness.

Actually, The Suburbs Are Far More Sinister Places Than Most City Dwellers Imagine. Their Very Blandness Forces The Imagination Into New Areas. I Mean, One's Got To Get Up In The Morning Thinking Of A Deviant Act, Merely To Make Certain Of One's Freedom. It Needn't Be Much; Kicking The Dog Will Do.

The Human Race Sleepwalked To Oblivion, Thinking Only Of The Corporate Logos On It's Shroud.

People Think That By Living On Some Mountainside In A Tent And Being Frozen To Death By Freezing Rain, They're Somehow Discovering Reality, But Of Course That's Just Another Fiction Dreamed Up By A Tv Producer.

A Car Crash Harnesses Elements Of Eroticism, Aggression, Desire, Speed, Drama, Kinesthetic Factors, The Stylizing Of Motion, Consumer Goods, Status - All These In One Event. I Myself See The Car Crash As A Tremendous Sexual Event Really: A Liberation Of Human And Machine Libido (if There Is Such A Thing).