The youngest child in any family is always a jokemaker, because a joke is the only way he can enter into an adult conversation.

I was clasified as a 'Science Fiction' writer simply because I wrote about Schenectady.

The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal.

Shortridge High School was an elitist high school. In a way it was a scandal because you could go there no matter where you lived, if you could get there. It was for over-achievers. It was for people who were going to college. So we were very special and we were hated for being ritzy.

If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.

[People] want to feel superior, so they imagine we're Bible thumpers and uneducated and all that.

The proper ending for any story about people it seems to me, since life is now a polymer in which the Earth is wrapped so tightly, should be the same abbreviation, which I now write large because I feel like it, which is this one: ETC.