The Twentieth Century Ended With Its Dreams

Enlightened Legislation Or Enlightened Social Activity Of Whatever Kind, Does Play Into The Hands Of People With Agendas Of Their Own. If You Legalize Euthanasia, You Provide A Field Day For People Who Like Killing Other People.

Sleep Is An Eight-hour Peep Show Of Infantile Erotica.

I Feel That The Surrealists Have Created A Series Of Valid External Landscapes Which Have Their Direct Correspondences Within Our Own Minds.

Everywhere You Look - Britain, The States, Western Europe - People Are Sealing Themselves Into Crime-free Enclaves. That's A Mistake - A Certain Level Of Crime Is Part Of The Necessary Roughage Of Life. Total Security Is A Disease Of Deprivation.

I Feel That, In A Sense, The Writer Knows Nothing Any Longer. He Has No Moral Stance. He Offers The Reader The Contents Of His Own Head, A Set Of Options And Imaginative Alternatives. His Role Is That Of A Scientist, Whether On Safari Or In His Laboratory, Faced With An Unknown Terrain Or Subject. All He Can Do Is To Devise Various Hypotheses And Test Them Against The Facts.