I worked for half a cent a word. I'm not a fast writer to begin with, so for the first few years I had do other things.

I do not care to listen; obloquy injures my self-esteem and I am skeptical of praise.

I don't read other science fiction. I don't read any at all.

Then there was Clark Ashton Smith, who wrote for Weird Tales and who had a wild imagination. He wasn't a very talented writer, but his imagination was wonderful.

Right now I'm so old that if I had a big gush of money, I don't know what I'd do with it. I don't travel anymore. I don't need anything, don't want anything. I'd give it to my son, I guess, and let him enjoy it.

I suspect that the word (art) was invented by second-rate intelligences to describe the incomprehensible activities of their betters.

Nothing is more conspicuous than a farting princess.