I love superconductors.

There were timelines branching and branching, a mega-universe of universes, millions more every minute. Billions? Trillions? The universe split every time someone made a decision. Split, so that every decision ever made could go both ways. Every choice made by every man, woman, and child was reversed in the universe next door.

There is no cause so good or noble that it will not attract fuggheads; and the fuggheads will get all the press.

You learn by writing short stories. Keep writing short stories. The money's in novels, but writing short stories keeps your writing lean and pointed.

I'd repair our education system or replace it with something that works.

The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum.

I never got good at predicting what millions of people will suddenly decide is rational.