Snowman Wakes Before Dawn.

Science Fiction, To Me, Has Not Only Things That Wouldn't Happen, But Other Planets.

We Thought We Had Such Problems. How Were We To Know We Were Happy?

Can I Be Blamed For Wanting A Real Body, To Put My Arms Around? Without It I Too Am Disembodied. I Can Listen To My Own Heartbeat Against The Bedsprings...but There’s Something Dead About It, Something Deserted.

I Didn't Want Him To Become Gray And Multi-dimensional And Complicated Like Everyone Else. Was Every Heathcliff A Linton In Disguise?

We Understand More Than We Know.