It's Only ... When We're Stripped Of

Historically, I Guess That's How Science Fiction Works: You Start By Using Aliens To Think The Unthinkable — And Then, Eventually, Another Writer, Having Grown A Little More Comfortable With The Earlier Notion, Brings It Into The Human.

It Is Easier To Argue That Something Nobody Believes In Actually Exists Than It Is To Argue That Something Everybody Believes In Is Unreal.

I Was A Kid Who Liked Art And Theater And Dance And Music, But If You Lived In Harlem, High Culture Was Somewhere Else, And It Wasn't Black.

Power Is All. Another Falsification; I Do Not Tell How I Gain Or Maintain It. I Only Record The Ginger Stroll Through The Vaguely Fetid Garden Of Its Rewards.

Ah, Well, During The Middle Ages, Religion Was Often Able To Redeem Art. Today, However, Art Is About The Only Thing That Can Redeem Religion, And The Clerics Will Never Forgive Us For That.