A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!" It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!" He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.

There is only one true wealth in all the universe. I have given you some of it. I have given your father and your mate some of it. And your friends. This wealth is living time.

The successful writer listens to himself.

The function of science fiction is not always to predict the future but sometimes to prevent it.

Answers are a perilous grip on the universe. They can appear sensible yet explain nothing.

Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die.

Balance is what distinguishs a people from a mob.