Art Is Collective. Always, It Has A

Sit A Man On His Ass With Nothing To Do But Eat And The First Thing That Goes Is His Mind. It Never Fails.

Science Fiction, As I Mentioned Before, Writes About What Is Neither Impossible Nor Possible; The Fact Is That, When The Question Of Possibility Comes Up In Science Fiction, The Author Can Only Reply That Nobody Knows. We Haven't Been There Yet. We Haven't Discovered That Yet. Science Fiction Hasn't Happened.

Anyway Everyboy (sorry) Knows That What Women Have Done That Is Really Important Is Not To Constitute A Great, Cheap Labor Force That You Can Zip In When You're At War And Zip Out Again Afterwards But To Be Mothers, To Form The Coming Generation, To Give Birth To Them, To Nurse Them, To Mop Floors For Them, To Love Them, Cook For Them, Clean For Them, Change Their Diapers, Pick Up After Them, And Mainly Sacrifice Themselves For Them. This Is The Most Important Job In The World. That's Why They Don't Pay You For It.

To Die On A Dying Earth - I'd Live, If Only To Weep

....thinking You Are Attacking Society When You Condemn Or Ravage The Hypothetical Nice Girl Next Door Is The Exact Equivalent Of Thinking That Stealing From The Local Supermarket Makes You A Communist.