It Is Futile To Try To Make

I Have Seen Myself Backward.

Writing Is A Lonely Way Of Life. You Shut Yourself Up In Your Study And Work And Work.

If I'd Known It Was Harmless, I'd Have Killed It Myself!

Science Fiction Writers, I Am Sorry To Say, Really Do Not Know Anything. We Can't Talk About Science, Because Our Knowledge Of It Is Limited And Unofficial, And Usually Our Fiction Is Dreadful.

The Person I Am Now, Compared With The Person In The Dream, Has Been Baffled And Defeated And Only Supposes He Enjoys A Full Life. In The Dreams, I See What A Full Life Really Consists Of, And It Is Not What I Really Have.