Generosity is never out of season.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

Very little in science fiction can transcend the gimmickry of a technical conceit, yet without that conceit at its heart a book is not truly science fiction. Furthermore, so little emerging thought and technology is employed by sf writers today that the genre is lagging far behind reality both in the cosmology area and the technology area: sf is no longer a place to experiment, but is now very derivative.

Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.

And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.

What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.