I Felt The Pressure Of Imagination Against

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

I've Never Suffered From Writer's Block. I Have Plenty Of Ideas, Sometimes Too Many. I've Always Had A Strong Imagination. If It Dries Up I'll Stop And Look For Another Career.

The Twentieth Century Ended With Its Dreams In Ruins. The Notion Of The Community As A Voluntary Association Of Enlightened Citizens Has Died Forever. We Realize How Suffocatingly Humane We've Become, Dedicated To Moderation And The Middle Way. The Suburbanization Of The Soul Has Overrun Our Planet Like The Plague.

In His Mind Vaughan Saw The Whole World Dying In A Simultaneous Automobile Disaster, Millions Of Vehicles Hurled Together In A Terminal Congress Of Spurting Loins And Engine Coolant.

The Enormous Energy Of The Twentieth Century, Enough To Drive The Planet Into A New Orbit Around A Happier Star, Was Being Expended To Maintain This Immense Motionless Pause.