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.

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.

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.

This was a Golden Age, a time of high adventure, rich living and hard dying... but nobody thought so. This was a future of fortune and theft, pillage and rapine, culture and vice... but nobody admitted it. This was an age of extremes, a fascinating century of freaks... but nobody loved it.

The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams...never for reality.

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