When I sit down to the feast of life ... I'm so busy planning on how to pick up the check, and wondering what the other people think of me for paying it, and wondering if I have enough money in my pocket to pay the bill, that I don't get around to eating.

In terms of stories I would buy for a science fiction magazine, if they take place in the future, that might do it.

A good science fiction story should be able to predict not the automobile but the traffic jam.

They were two lovely choices. One of them meant giving up every chance of a decent life forever...and the other one scared me out of my mind.

What were we doing here? Traveling hundreds or thousands of light-years, to break our hearts?

It's clear that science and science fiction have overlapping populations.

The future depicted in a good SF story ought to be in fact possible, or at least plausible. That means that the writer should be able to convince the reader (and himself) that the wonders he is describing really can come true... and that gets tricky when you take a good, hard look at the world around you.