Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.

Mobs have passions, not brains.

No one inspired me to write, but writer Harlan Ellison terrified me into getting published.

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

The young remember most deeply.... When we are old and failing, it is the memories of childhood which can be summoned most clearly.

But I think, and hope, that the novels can be understood and enjoyed as science fiction, on their own terms.

Stupidity has a price and it always gets paid.