Space or science fiction has become a dialect for our time.

Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want.

What matters most is that we learn from living.

Man who is he? Too bad, to be the work of God: Too good for the work of chance!

When a white man in Africa by accident looks into the eyes of a native and sees the human being (which it is the chief preoccupation to avoid), his sense of guilt, which he denies, fumes up in resentment and he brings down the whip.

If a fish is the movement of water embodied, given shape, then cat is a diagram and pattern of subtle air.

There is a whole generation of women and it was as if their lives came to a stop when they had children. Most of them got pretty neurotic - because, I think, of the contrast between what they were taught at school they were capable of being and what actually happened to them.