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You Meet A New Person, You Go With Him And Suddenly You Get A Whole New City...you Go Down New Streets, You See Houses You Never Saw Before, Pass Places You Didn't Even Know Were There. Everything Changes.

It's Only ... When We're Stripped Of Purpose That We Know Who We Are.

Historically, I Guess That's How Science Fiction Works: You Start By Using Aliens To Think The Unthinkable — And Then, Eventually, Another Writer, Having Grown A Little More Comfortable With The Earlier Notion, Brings It Into The Human.

Endings To Be Useful Must Be Inconclusive.

The Emblem Of A Philosophy Is Not That It Contains A Set Of Specific Thoughts , But That It Generates A Way Of Thinking.