I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.

Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.

There are no absolute certainties in this universe. A man must try to whip order into a yelping pack of probabilities, and uniform success is impossible.

Happiness is fugitive; dissatisfaction and boredom are real.

I give dignity second place to expedience.

But Roy Rockwood, it was science fiction for the sake of science fiction.

There was a writer in the '20s called Christopher Morley, who I remember a little bit of, who had some influence on me, but I couldn't tell you what it was.