Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work.

Sometimes one must try anything, it is no disgrace. On the contrary, it is a sign of wisdom.

So we and our elaborately evolving computers may meet each other halfway. Someday a human being, named perhaps Fred White, may shoot a robot named Pete Something-or-other, which has come out of a General Electric factory, and to his surprise see it weep and bleed. And the dying robot may shoot back and, to its surprise, see a wisp of gray smoke arise from the electric pump that it supposed was Mr. White's beating heart. It would be rather a great moment of truth for both of them.

No man is infinitely strong; for every creature that runs, flies, hops or crawls there is a terminal nemesis which he will not circumvent, which will finally do him in.

This is a mournful discovery. 1)Those who agree with you are insane 2)Those who do not agree with you are in power.

The pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Parmenides taught that the only things that are real are things which never change... and the pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Heraclitus taught that everything changes. If you superimpose their two views, you get this result: Nothing is real.

What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being at all.