I was twelve when I read my first sf magazine

To live is to be haunted.

Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

We do not have an ideal world, such as we would like, where morality is easy because cognition is easy. Where one can do right with no effort because he can detect the obvious.

When he turned on the tape-transport once more, Arctor was saying, "-- as near as I can figure out, God is dead." Luckman answered, "I didn't know He was sick.

Can anyone alter fate? All of us combined... or one great figure... or someone strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our world, hanging on it.

A child of today can detect a lie quicker than the wisest adult of two decades ago. When I want to know what is true, I ask my children.