...and I Confess That, Like A Child,

Look At These Humans! How Could Such Glacial Slowness Even Be Called Life? An Age Could Pass, Virtual Empires Rise And Fall In The Time They Took To Open Their Mouths To Utter Some New Inanity!

Half The Fun Of Writing A Novel Is Finding Out From Other People Later On What You Actually Meant.

You're A Wicked Man." "thank You. It's Taken Years Of Diligent Practice.

Science Fiction Has Its Own History, Its Own Legacy Of What's Been Done, What's Been Superseded, What's So Much Part Of The Furniture It's Practically Part Of The Fabric Now, What's Become No More Than A Joke... And So On. It's Just Plain Foolish, As Well As Comically Arrogant, To Ignore All This, To Fail To Do The Most Basic Research.

Dead Air' Is Full Of Rants; It's A Rant-based Book. Yes, It's Self-indulgence. I Plead Guilty; Mea Culpa.