If You're Passing The Buck, Don't Ask

Adolescence Is That Time In Your Life When You Discover Your Ability To Be Depressed.

Who Are We? And To Me That's The Essential Question That's Always Been In Science Fiction. A Lot Of Science Fiction Stories Are - At Their Very Best - Evocations Of That Question. When We Look Up At The Night Sky And Wonder, "is There Anyone Else Out There?" We're Also Asking Who We Are We In Relation To Them.

A Work Of Art Is An Act Of Love. Critics Are Crab Lice.

I'm Frustrated With Hollywood And Television And The Movies Because They See Science Fiction As An Excuse For Eye Candy, For Lots Of Great Special Effects.

Contentment Is The Continuing Act Of Accepting The Process Of Your Own Life.