Art Takes Whatever - And As Long

The Whole World Turns Upside Down In Ten Years, But You Turn Upside Down With It.

To All The Callahan's Places There Ever Were Or Ever Will Be, Whatever They May Be Called — And To All The Merry Maniacs And Happy Fools Who Are Fortunate Enough To Stumble Into One: May None Of Them Arrive Too Late!

Sometimes I Think I Must Have A Guardian Idiot. A Little Invisible Spirit Just Behind My Shoulder, Looking Out For Me...only He's An Imbecile.

And I Repeat: If There Is Anything That Can Divert The Land Of My Birth From Its Current Stampede Into The Stone Age, It Is The Widespread Dissemination Of The Thoughts And Perceptions That Robert Heinlein Has Been Selling As Entertainment Since 1939.

God Is An Iron... And That's A Hot One.