By phonemic trans-formation into visual terms, the alphabet became a universal, abstract, static container of meaningless sounds.

The alphabet was one thing when applied to clay or stone, and quite another when set down on light papyrus.

They're typically seen in starburst galaxies, where there's a lot of star formation and large stars don't last very long. They typically explode soon after they're made — where 'soon' is a million years.

Good taste is the first refuge of the non-creative. It is the last-ditch stand of the artist.

The poet, the artist, the sleuth - whoever sharpens our perception tends to be antisocial; rarely "well-adjusted", he cannot go along with currents and trends. A strange bond often exists between antisocial types in their power to see environments as they really are. This need to interface, to confront environments with a certain antisocial power is manifest in the famous story "The Emperor's New Clothes".

The wheel… is an extension of the foot.
The book… is an extension of the eye…
Clothing, an extension of the skin…
Electric circuitry, an extension of the central nervous system.