In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand.

I hate it when something I've had published "inspires" some nut to imitate what I've written, or some teacher gets fired for having her students read one of my stories or novels.

(After death.) So few people who come across, possess awareness of any kind. All they bring along with them are worthless values. All they desire is continuation of what they had in life no matter how misguided or degraded. . . Will those people ever progress, even with our help?

No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.

Our world is in profound danger. Mankind must establish a set of positive values with which to secure its own survival.

I had to write about realistic circumstances. Thats the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field.