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No Longer Will You Be A Weird Robinson Crusoe, Imprisoned On An Island Of Night Surrounded By Oceans Of Death.

I Think What Dreams May Come Is The Most Important (read Effective) Book I've Written. It Has Caused A Number Of Readers To Lose Their Fear Of Death The Finest Tribute Any Writer Could Receive. ... Somewhere In Time Is My Favorite Novel.

I'm Sitting In My Office Trying To Squeeze A Story From My Head. It Is That Kind Of Morning When You Feel Like Melting The Typewriter Into A Bar Of Steel And Clubbing Yourself To Death With It. (“advance Notice”)

Not Only Did I Rediscover Every Experience Of My Life, I Had To Live Each Unfulfilled Desire As Well—as Though They’d Been Fulfilled. I Saw That What Transpires In The Mind Is Just As Real As Any Flesh And Blood Occurrence. What Had Only Been Imagination In Life, Now Became Tangible, Each Fantasy A Full Reality. I Lived Them All—while, At The Same Time, Standing To The Side, A Witness To Their, Often, Intimate Squalor. A Witness Cursed With Total Objectivity.

We've Forgotten Much. How To Struggle, How To Rise To Dizzy Heights And Sink To Unparalleled Depths. We No Longer Aspire To Anything. Even The Finer Shades Of Despair Are Lost To Us. We've Ceased To Be Runners. We Plod From Structure To Conveyance To Employment And Back Again. We Live Within The Boundaries That Science Has Determined For Us. The Measuring Stick Is Short And Sweet. The Full Gamut Of Life Is A Brief, Shadowy Continuum That Runs From Gray To More Gray. The Rainbow Is Bleached. We Hardly Know How To Doubt Anymore. (“the Thing”)