If You Want To Prove That God

I Find It Very Difficult To Live Through The Censorship Of Profanity On Television.

Somehow, Some Way, Incredibly Enough, Good Writing Ultimately Gets Recognized. If You're A Really Good Writer And Deserve That Honored Position, Then By God, You'll Write, And You'll Be Read.

You're Looking At A Species Of Flimsy Little Two-legged Animals With Extremely Small Heads Whose Name Is Man...very Tiny Undeveloped Brain; Comes From Primitive Planet Named Earth. Calls Himself 'samuel Conrad'. And He Will Remain Here In His Cage With The Running Water And The Electricity And The Central Heat- As Long As He Lives. Samuel Conrad Has Found The Twilight Zone.

For The Record, Prejudices Can Kill, And Suspicion Can Destroy, And A Thoughtless Frightened Search For A Scapegoat Has A Fallout All Its Own For The Children, And The Children Yet Unborn. And The Pity Of It Is That These Things Cannot Be Confined To The Twilight Zone.

The Tools Of Conquest Do Not Necessarily Come With Bombs And Explosions And Fallout. There Are Weapons That Are Simply Thoughts, Attitudes, Prejudices . . . . And The Pity Of It Is That These Things Cannot Be Confined To The Twilight Zone.