The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.

For even if you should have stood your ground, he said, yet what ground was it?

If you think about some of the things that are being talked about by thoughtful, intelligent scientists, you realize that in 100 years the human race won't even be recognizable.

I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just about the best kind of luck you can have.

I like what I do. Some writers have said in print that they hated writing and it was just a chore and a burden. I certainly don't feel that way about it. Sometimes it's difficult. You know, you always have this image of the perfect thing which you can never achieve, but which you never stop trying to achieve. But I think ... that's your signpost and your guide. You'll never get there, but without it you won't get anywhere.

The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.