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

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.

Count me not your friend but the enemy of your enemies.

How to know, oh how to know! All is relative ease and facility in orthodoxy, yet how can it be denied that good is in itself undeniable? Absolutes are the most uncertain of all formulations, while the uncertainties are the most real.

Since we are not permitted to act, we are obliged to know.

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

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