In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.

That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.

In this world, [of Flash and Filigree] nothing is true, and censure or outrage is simply irrelevant.

Tell the truth once and for all and shut up forever.

We must all face the fact that our leaders are certifiably insane or worse

God save the Queen and a fascist regime … a flabby toothless fascism, to be sure. Never go too far in any direction, is the basic law on which Limey-Land is built. The Queen stabilizes the whole sinking shithouse and keeps a small elite of wealth and privilege on top. The English have gone soft in the outhouse. England is like some stricken beast too stupid to know it is dead. Ingloriously foundering in its own waste products, the backlash and bad karma of empire

We are setting out to create new worlds, new beings, new modes of consciousness.