Movie Sf Is, By Definition, Dumbed Down

Evolution Brings Human Beings. Human Beings, Through A Long And Painful Process, Bring Humanity.

There Is A Certain Solipsism To Serious Illness Which Claims All Of One's Attention As Certainly As An Astronomical Black Hole Seizes Anything Unlucky Enough To Fall Within Its Critical Radius.

You've Probably Heard About The Theory Of Steam-engine Time - That Even After The Steam Engine Had Been Invented, It Had To Wait Until People Were Ready To Make Use Of It. The Same Thing Happens In Literary Circles. The Truth Is, I'm Not Terribly Interested In Victorian Times; I'm Interested In Victorian Writers. I'm Interested In Most Eras Of History, But Not The Victorian Era Especially. I Was Interested In The John Franklin Expedition. I Was Interested In These Last Five Weird Years Of Dickens' Life. And I Just Have To Take The Age That Comes With All That When I Write About It.

If Our God's Work Is To Be Done In Our Time, We Must Do It Ourselves.

To See And Feel One's Beloved Naked For The First Time Is One Of Life's Pure, Irreducible Epiphanies. If There Is A True Religion In The Universe, It Must Include That Truth Of Contact Or Be Forever Hollow. To Make Love To The One True Person Who Deserves That Love Is One Of The Few Absolute Rewards Of Being A Human Being, Balancing All Of The Pain, Loss, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Idiocy, Compromise, And Clumsiness That Go With The Human Condition. To Make Love To The Right Person Makes Up For A Lot Of Mistakes.