The test of intellect is the refusal to belabor the obvious.

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.

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

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.

No matter how we defend ourselves against the outside we're always licked by something from the inside. Ther's no defense against betrayal, and we all betray ourselves.

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

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