I dreamed: I am the fish whose flesh is eaten, and because I am fat, it is good.
“I dreamed: I am the fish whose flesh is eaten, and because I am fat, it is good.”
The World Motivation
I dreamed: I am the fish whose flesh is eaten, and because I am fat, it is good.
“I dreamed: I am the fish whose flesh is eaten, and because I am fat, it is good.”
I dreamed: I am the fish whose flesh is eaten, and because I am fat, it is good.
Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.
In 1955, when I'd write a science-fiction novel, I'd set it in the year 2000. I realised around 1977 that, 'My God, it's getting exactly like those novels we used to write in the 1950s!' Everything's just turning out to be real.
The universe is information and we are stationary in it, not three dimensional and not in space or time.
The ultimate problem confronting me all my life has been the senseless injury to and neglect of my sister.
I always dreamed about getting on TV and being part of a team - a funny ensemble.
I dreamed of being a nurse because I wanted to tangibly help the people I saw every day.
As a kid, I watched many of Gigi Buffon's games and dreamed of scoring against him one day.
I never dreamed I could build a $100 million company. I just happened to build a $1 million company that became a $5 million company, and so on.
Before I published anything, I dreamed of publication, but I didn't actually write for it. I imagined that writing for an audience was something for fancier people. I aspired, but mostly I wrote for myself. I wrote because it made me happy.