"For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities,
be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or
water-conversationalist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton
or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing
ground for each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of
the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights and my
territorial imperatives begin, run and rule. If Mormons do not like my
plays, let them write their own. If the Irish hate my Dublin stories,
let them rent typewriters. If teachers and grammar school editors find
my jawbreaker sentences shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale
cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture."
- Ray Bradbury
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