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Perhaps When Distant People On Other Planets Pick Up Some Wavelength Of Ours All They Hear Is A Continuous Scream.

There Is A Spider Called Amaurobius, Which Lives In A Burrow And Has Its Young In The Late Summer, And Then It Dies When The Frosts Begin, And The Young Spiders Live Through The Cold By Eating Their Mother's Dead Body. One Can't Believe That's An Accident. I Don't Know That I Imagined God As Having Thought It All Out, But Somehow He Was Connected With The Pattern, He Was The Pattern.

But Fantasy Kills Imagination, Pornography Is Death To Art.

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.

Every Man Needs Two Women: A Quiet Home-maker, And A Thrilling Nymph.