The Mind Is The Reality. You Are

Don't Ask The World To Stop Moving Because You Have Doubts.

The Appeal Of Science Fiction Has Always Been Its Iconoclasm . . . But In Order To Be An Iconoclast, An Author Must Be More Than Merely Aware Of The Idol He Wishes To Destroy. He Must Be Intimate With It And Understand It In All Its Aspects. This Means That He Must Have Devoted Serious Thought To It, And Have Beliefs Of His Own Which Will Stand Up In The Place Of The Broken Idol. In Other Words, Any Child Can Complain, But It Takes An Adult To Clash With Accepted Beliefs . . . An Adult With Ideas.

Most Science Fiction, Quite Frankly, Is Silly Nonsense.

If A Man's Got Talent And Guts To Buck Society, He's Obviously Above Average. You Want To Hold On To Him. You Straighten Him Out And Turn Him Into A Plus Value. Why Throw Him Away? Do That Enough And All You've Got Left Are The Sheep.

"there's Got To Be More To Life Than Just Living," Foyle Said To The Robot. "then Find It For Yourself, Sir. Don't Ask The World To Stop Moving Because You Have Doubts." "why Can't We All Move Forward Together?" "because You're All Different. You're Not Lemmings. Some Must Lead, And Hope That The Rest Will Follow." "who Leads?" "the Men Who Must... Driven Men, Compelled Men." "freak Men." "you're All Freaks, Sir. But You Always Have Been Freaks. Life Is A Freak. That's Its Hope And Glory."