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In A Completely Sane World, Madness Is The Only Freedom.

I Believe That If It Were Possible To Scrap The Whole Of Existing Literature, All Writers Would Find Themselves Inevitably Producing Something Very Close To Sf ... No Other Form Of Fiction Has The Vocabulary Of Ideas And Images To Deal With The Present, Let Alone The Future.

The Only Truly Alien Planet Is Earth.

The Advanced Societies Of The Future Will Not Be Governed By Reason. They Will Be Driven By Irrationality, By Competing Systems Of Psychopathology.

Given That External Reality Is A Fiction, The Writer's Role Is Almost Superfluous. He Does Not Need To Invent The Fiction Because It Is Already There.