How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.

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

All responsible writers, to some degree, have become involuntary criers of doom, because doom is in the wind

Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything.

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.

Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair.

Fat realized that one of two possibilities existed and only two; either Dr. Stone was totally insane – not just insane but totally so – or else in an artful, professional fashion he had gotten Fat to talk; he had drawn Fat out and now knew that Fat was totally insane.