Most science fiction, quite frankly, is silly nonsense.
The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams...never for reality.
Gully Foyle is my name And Terra is my nation Deep space is my dwelling place The stars my destination
Millions for nonsense, but not one cent for entropy.
Life is a freak. That’s its hope and glory.
If a man's got talent and guts to buck society, he's obviously above average. You want to hold on to him. You straighten him out and turn him into a plus value. Why throw him away? Do that enough and all you've got left are the sheep.