Most science fiction, quite frankly, is silly nonsense.

I challenge you, me. Die or live and be great.

It's been suggested that most women fail to write significantly because the female mind is viscerotonic, and occupied almost exclusively with the moment-to-moment reality of emotions. If this is true, literature's loss is science fiction's gain, for Out of Bounds, Judith Merril's collection of short stories, is a warm and colorful rendering of the minutiae of the future.

Tenser, said the Tensor. Tension, apprehension, and dissension have begun.

This was an age of extremes, a fascinating century of freaks... but nobody loved it.

Life is a freak. That’s its hope and glory.

The mind is the reality. You are what you think.