I Have Had Wealth, Rank And Power,

I Was Hardly Fit For Human Society. Thus Destiny Shaped Me To Be A Science Fiction Writer.

Obeying An Inalienable Law, Things Grew, Growing Riotous And Strange In Their Impulse For Growth.

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.

Relax, Enjoy Yourself. Have Another Drink. It's Patriotic To Overconsume.

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