A Ton Of Proust Isn’t

The Surrealists, And The Modern Movement In Painting As A Whole, Seemed To Offer A Key To The Strange Postwar World With Its Threat Of Nuclear War. The Dislocations And Ambiguities, In Cubism And Abstract Art As Well As The Surrealists, Reminded Me Of My Childhood In Shanghai.

The Car As We Know It Is On The Way Out. To A Large Extent, I Deplore Its Passing, For As A Basically Old-fashioned Machine, It Enshrines A Basically Old-fashioned Idea: Freedom. In Terms Of Pollution, Noise And Human Life, The Price Of That Freedom May Be High, But Perhaps The Car, By The Very Muddle And Confusion It Causes, May Be Holding Back The Remorseless Spread Of The Regimented, Electronic Society.

The History Of Psychiatry Rewrites Itself So Often That It Almost Resembles The Self-serving Chronicles Of A Totalitarian And Slightly Paranoid Regime.

Perhaps The Future Belongs To Magic, And It's We Women Who Control Magic.

I Believe That If It Were Possible To Scrap The Whole Of Existing Literature, All Writers Would Find Themselves Inevitably Producing Something Very Close To Sf ... No Other Form Of Fiction Has The Vocabulary Of Ideas And Images To Deal With The Present, Let Alone The Future.