We have the idea that our hearts, once broken, scar over with an indestructible tissue that prevents their ever breaking again in quite the same place.

Most science fiction seemed to be written for people who already liked science fiction; I wanted to write stories for anyone, anywhere, living at any time in the history of the world.

It struck me that the chief obstacle to marital contentment was this perpetual gulf between the well-founded, commendable pessimism of women and the sheer dumb animal optimism of men, the latter a force more than any other responsible for the lamentable state of the world.

The world like our heads was meant to be escaped from, they are prisons world and head alike.

There's nothing more embarrassing than to have earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.

I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel.

... and because it was a drunken perception, it was perfect, entire, and lasted about half a second.