Inevitably the party trying to resolve a matter had to contend with the party most willing to exploit it.

A warrior is free to be a hero and pull off daring do and the soldier is irresponsible if he does it.

Ignorance killed the cat; curiosity was framed!

Science fiction is a dialogue, a tennis match, in which the Idea is volleyed from one side of the net to the other. Ridiculous to say that someone 'stole' an idea: no, no, a thousand times no. The point is the volley, and how it's carried, and what statement is made by the answering 'statement.' In other words — if Burroughs initiates a time-gate and says it works randomly, and then Norton has time gates confounded with the Perilous Seat, the Siege Perilous of the Round Table, and locates it in a bar on a rainy night — do you see both the humor and the volley in the tennis match?

Deal with the Devil if the Devil has a constituency - and don't complain about the heat.

Jane leaned back against the counter and stared at the ceiling. At the traditional location of God, no matter what the planet.

Writing day and night for months… that’s hard.