But to fight something, you really have to try to understand its motivations—particularly when the something you’re fighting holds most of the cards, the deck is stacked against you, and the whole gambling hall is on fire and filled with thugs.

Man is the poet who kills, Woman the angel who eats.

When all hopes are lost, only then does reality acquire that sharp focus that defines who we are and what we have become.

Science fiction works best when it stimulates debate.

Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.

All it takes to get elected in twenty-first-century America is a mob of frightened sheep and a wolf with a nice smile.

Having one's eyes opened doesn't make one grateful.