If It Is Not Beautiful For Someone,

What's Any Artist, But The Dregs Of His Work? The Human Shambles That Follows It Around. What's Left Of The Man When The Work's Done But A Shambles Of Apology.

I See The Player Piano As The Grandfather Of The Computer, The Ancestor Of The Entire Nightmare We Live In, The Birth Of The Binary World Where There Is No Option Other Than Yes Or No And Where There Is No Refuge.

That's What I Can't Stand. I Know I'll Bounce Back, And That's What I Can't Stand.

How Some Of The Writers I Come Across Get Through Their Books Without Dying Of Boredom Is Beyond Me.

There Is Nothing More Distressing Or Tiresome Than A Writer Standing In Front Of An Audience And Reading His Work.