Maxioms by Brian Aldiss
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That read more
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.
Writers must fortify themselves with pride and egotism as best they can. The process is analogous to using sandbags and read more
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.
Whatever creativity is, it is in part a solution to a problem.
Whatever creativity is, it is in part a solution to a problem.
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell.
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell.
