There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone.

All the worry people expend over not existing after they die, yet nary a one ever seems to spare a moment to worry about not having existed before they were conceived. Or at all. After all, one sperm over and we would have been our sisters, and we'd never have been missed.

I think 99 percent of women's lib comes from technology making different kinds of lives possible, and then the social adjustment follows the technology - it doesn't precede it.

I have a catch-phrase to describe my plot-generation technique -- 'What's the worst possible thing I can do to these people?'

Utterly bleak and black is not the sum of realism. All the other colors are real, too.

I am not schizoid. A little manic-depressive, maybe." "'Know thyself.'" "We try, sir.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.