Incompetency Fed On Itself.

Of Course Life Is Bizarre, The More Bizarre It Gets, The More Interesting It Is. The Only Way To Approach It Is To Make Yourself Some Popcorn And Enjoy The Show.

A Work Of Art Is An Act Of Love. Critics Are Crab Lice.

The Most Useless Job In The World Is That Of The Critic. That Is A Prejudiced Statement. I Admit It. I'm Prejudiced. I Hate Critics. ... And Now, As The Saying Goes (yesterday, I Couldn't Even Spell Critik), And Now I Are One.

Who Are We? And To Me That's The Essential Question That's Always Been In Science Fiction. A Lot Of Science Fiction Stories Are - At Their Very Best - Evocations Of That Question. When We Look Up At The Night Sky And Wonder, "is There Anyone Else Out There?" We're Also Asking Who We Are We In Relation To Them.

It's Almost Always Dangerous To Be Right Too Soon.