Science Fiction Writers, I Am Sorry To

The Person I Am Now, Compared With The Person In The Dream, Has Been Baffled And Defeated And Only Supposes He Enjoys A Full Life. In The Dreams, I See What A Full Life Really Consists Of, And It Is Not What I Really Have.

Every Junkie, He Thought, Is A Recording.

My Life And Creative Work Are Justified And Completed By Blade Runner.

What Constitutes The Authentic Human Being?

Certainly It Constitutes Bad News If The People Who Agree With You Are Buggier Than Batshit.