Sleep Is An Eight-hour Peep Show Of

But I Wouldn't Recommend Writing. You Can Be A Successful Writer And Never Meet Another Soul. I'm Not Sure That's A Good Thing.

By The Eighteenth Book, One Has A Sense Of Having Bricked Oneself Into A Niche, A Roosting Place For Other People's Pigeons. I Wouldn't Recommend It.

A Reality That Is Electronic... Once Everybody's Got A Computer Terminal In Their Home, To Satisfy All Their Needs, All The Domestic Needs, There'll Be A Dismantling Of The Present Broadcasting Structure, Which Is Far Too Limited And Limiting.

The Ultimate Concept Car Will Move So Fast, Even At Rest, As To Be Invisible.

The Car As We Know It Is On The Way Out. To A Large Extent, I Deplore Its Passing, For As A Basically Old-fashioned Machine, It Enshrines A Basically Old-fashioned Idea: Freedom. In Terms Of Pollution, Noise And Human Life, The Price Of That Freedom May Be High, But Perhaps The Car, By The Very Muddle And Confusion It Causes, May Be Holding Back The Remorseless Spread Of The Regimented, Electronic Society.