The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish drying on sand.

I grew up with the biologists. I know how they think.

When I was 16, I started publishing all kinds of things in school magazines.

Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

Ah men, why do you want all this attention? I can write poems for myself, make love to a doorknob if absolutely necessary. What do you have to offer me I can't find otherwise except humiliation? Which I no longer need.

The road to death is a lonely highway, and longer than it apears, even when it leads straight down from the scaffold, by way of a rope; and it's a dark road, with never any moon shining on it, to light your way.