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.

That's what life is, just one learning experience after another, and when you're through with all the learning experiences you graduate and what you get for a diploma is, you die.

The big new development in my life is, when I turned 80, I decided I no longer have to do four pages a day. For me, it's like retiring.

You can't trust reason. We threw it out of the ad profession long ago and have never missed it.

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

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

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