The Only Truly Alien Planet Is Earth.

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.

Most Writers Flinch At The Thought Of Being Completely Honest About Themselves. So Absolute Honesty Is What Marks The True Modern.

The Functional Freedom That Anybody Can Buy A Gun And Go Out And Murder A Lot Of People At A Mcdonald's Is Prevalent, Yes. But Through The Effects Of Tv And Interactive Video Systems And So Forth, We'll Also Have The Freedom To Pretend To Be A Mass Murderer For The Evening. I've Seen Descriptions Of Advanced Tv Systems In Which A Simulation Of Reality Is Computer Controlledthe Tv Viewer Of The Future Will Wear A Special Helmet. You'll No Longer Be An External Spectator To fiction Created By Others, But An Active Participant In Your Own Fantasies/dramas.

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.

Fiction Is A Branch Of Neurology: The Scenarios Of Nerve And Blood Vessels Are The Written Mythologies Of Memory And Desire.