It Is At Night... That The Mind

All Over The World There Must Be Far-reaching Changes In Animal Behavior And Habitat; If Only One Could Have Another Life In Which To Chart It All... Ah, Well, That's Not A Fruitful Thing To Wish, Is It?

Writers Must Fortify Themselves With Pride And Egotism As Best They Can. The Process Is Analogous To Using Sandbags And Loose Timbers To Protect A House Against Flood. Writers Are Vulnerable Creatures Like Anyone Else. For What Do They Have In Reality? Not Sandbags, Not Timbers. Just A Flimsy Reputation And A Name.

It Is At Night... That The Mind Is Most Clear, That We Are Most Able To Hold All Our Life In The Palm Of Our Skull.

The Day Of The Android Has Dawned.

The Shuffle Only Demonstrated People's Fatuous Belief In A Political Cure For A Human Condition.