In a collaboration, each author will do 75% of the work.

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

And every friend I've got has been writing Mars stories. It was pretty clear I'd never catch up.

The Gods do not protect fools. Fools are protected by more capable fools.

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.

I love superconductors.

How much intelligence does it take to sneak up on a leaf?