Fiction Is A Branch Of Neurology

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.

Yet She Felt An Impostor, And Already The Mask Had Begun To Bite Into Her Face.

Enlightened Legislation Or Enlightened Social Activity Of Whatever Kind, Does Play Into The Hands Of People With Agendas Of Their Own. If You Legalize Euthanasia, You Provide A Field Day For People Who Like Killing Other People.

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.

During The 1960s, The Shanghai Of My Childhood Seemed A Portent Of The Media Cities Of The Future, Dominated By Advertising And Mass Circulation Newspapers And Swept By Unpredictable Violence.