If you can have everything at fifty that you wanted when you were fifteen, you're happy.

Gully Foyle is my name And Terra is my nation Deep space is my dwelling place The stars my destination

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.

The whole point of extravagance is to act like a fool and feel like a fool, but enjoy it.

If you can have everything at fifty that you wanted when you were fifteen, you're happy.

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

Millions for nonsense, but not one cent for entropy.