In the extraordinary ancestral compost heap of your unconscious mind, I have burrowed too long. - Brian Aldiss

What were several fewer species of animals compared with a hundred-mile advance and another medal on another general?

All over the world there must be far-reaching changes in animal behavior and habitat; if only one could have another life in which to chart it all....Ah, well, that’s not a fruitful thing to wish, is it?

Writers must fortify themselves with pride and egotism as best they can. The process is analogous to using sandbags and loose timbers to protect a house against flood. Writers are vulnerable creatures like anyone else. For what do they have in reality? Not sandbags, not timbers. Just a flimsy reputation and a name.