Man Was An Accident On This World

Why Had I Become A Writer In The First Place? Because I Wasn't Fit For Society; I Didn't Fit Into The System.

The Shuffle Only Demonstrated People's Fatuous Belief In A Political Cure For A Human Condition.

The Misfortune Of A Young Man Who Returns To His Native Land After Years Away Is That He Finds His Native Land Foreign; Whereas The Lands He Left Behind Remain For Ever Like A Mirage In His Mind. However, Misfortune Can Itself Sow Seeds Of Creativity. ---- Afterword To "hothouse" Brian Aldiss

When You Are Young, You Enjoy A Sustained Illusion That Sooner Or Later Something Marvelous Is Going To Happen, That You Are Going To Transcend Your Parents' Limitations.

Its At Night, When Perhaps We Should Be Dreaming, That The Mind Is Most Clear, That We Are Most Able To Hold All Our Life In The Palm Of Our Skull. I Dont Know If Anyone Has Ever Pointed Out That Great Attraction Of Insomnia Before, But It Is So; The Night Seems To Release A Little More Of Our Vast Backward Inheritance Of Instincts And Feelings; As With The Dawn, A Little Honey Is Allowed To Ooze Between The Lips Of The Sandwich, A Little Of The Stuff Of Dreams To Drip Into The Waking Mind.