I haven't sold to the movies. In other words, I haven't gotten any enormous checks yet.

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

The void is a mouth crying to be filled, a blank mind aching for thought, a cavity desperate for shape. What is not implies what is.

I become drunk as circumstances dictate.

I must cite an intrinsic condition of the universe. We set forth in any direction which seems convenient; each leads to the same place: the end of the universe.

An inch of foreknowledge is worth ten miles of after-thought.

Happiness is fugitive; dissatisfaction and boredom are real.