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

The inscrutability [of economics] is perhaps not unintentional. It gives endless employment to dialecticians who otherwise might become public charges or, at very worst, swindlers and tricksters.

I become drunk as circumstances dictate.

I thought that automobiles were going to have mufflers and go fast and airplanes were going to fly fast.

Vance has a genius in evoking the beauty of strangeness, the strangeness of beauty.

I categorically declare first my absolute innocence, second my lack of criminal intent, and third my effusive apologies.

It is useless, after all, to complain against inexorable reality.