Sooner Or Later, All Games Become Serious.

A Ton Of Proust Isn’t Worth An Ounce Of Ray Bradbury.

The Residents Had Eliminated Both Past And Future, And For All Their Activity, They Existed In A Civilized And Eventless World.

During The 1960s, The Shanghai Of My Childhood Seemed A Portent Of The Media Cities Of The Future, Dominated By Advertising And Mass Circulation Newspapers And Swept By Unpredictable Violence.

The Twentieth Century Ended With Its Dreams In Ruins. The Notion Of The Community As A Voluntary Association Of Enlightened Citizens Has Died Forever. We Realize How Suffocatingly Humane We've Become, Dedicated To Moderation And The Middle Way. The Suburbanization Of The Soul Has Overrun Our Planet Like The Plague.

I Admired Anyone Who Could Unsettle People.