The Prose Poem Walk The Red Road

If More People Had Put Their Fellow Human Beings Before Abstractions Last Century, We Shouldn't Be Where We Are Now.

That Is Why We Dread Children, Even If We Love Them. They Show Us The State Of Our Decay.

A Writer Should Say To Himself, Not, How Can I Get More Money?, But How Can I Reach More Readers (without Lowering Standards)?

The Fatal Error Of Much Science Fiction Has Been To Subscribe To An Optimism Based On The Idea That Revolution, Or A New Gimmick, Or A Bunch Of Strong Men, Or An Invasion Of Aliens, Or The Conquest Of Other Planets, Or The Annihilation Of Half The World--in Short, Pretty Nearly Anything But The Facing Up To The Integral And Irredeemable Nature Of Mankind--can Bring About Utopian Situations. It Is The Old Error Of The Externalization Of Evil.

I Can't Help Believing That These Things That Come From The Subconscious Mind Have A Sort Of Truth To Them. It May Not Be A Scientific Truth, But It's Psychological Truth.