A Widespread Taste For Pornography Means That

Yes, Sometimes I Think That All My Writing Is Nothing More Than The Compensatory Work Of A Frustrated Painter.

The Only Truly Alien Planet Is Earth.

A Reality That Is Electronic... Once Everybody's Got A Computer Terminal In Their Home, To Satisfy All Their Needs, All The Domestic Needs, There'll Be A Dismantling Of The Present Broadcasting Structure, Which Is Far Too Limited And Limiting.

'what Was Being On The Moon Literally Like?' [. . .] 'being On The Moon?' His Tired Gaze Inspected The Narrow Street Of Cheap Jewellery Stores, With Its Office Messengers And Lottery Touts, The Off-duty Taxi-drivers Leaning Against Their Cars. 'it Was Just Like Being Here.'

Writing A Novel Is One Of Those Modern Rites Of Passage, I Think, That Lead Us From An Innocent World Of Contentment, Drunkenness, And Good Humor, To A State Of Chronic Edginess And The Perpetual Scanning Of Bank Statements.