Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything.

It's not what happened but how it is told.

Fat realized that one of two possibilities existed and only two; either Dr. Stone was totally insane – not just insane but totally so – or else in an artful, professional fashion he had gotten Fat to talk; he had drawn Fat out and now knew that Fat was totally insane.

The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises.

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.

This is a mournful discovery. 1)Those who agree with you are insane 2)Those who do not agree with you are in power.