This is no science, this is art, where equations fall away to elements like resolving chords, and where always prevails a symmetry either explicit or multiplex, but always of a crystalline serenity.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life.

I become drunk as circumstances dictate.

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

When you demand the nature of my motives, you reveal the style of your thinking to be callow, captious, superficial, craven, uncertain and impudent.

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

A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain....The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.