The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.

Each of us assumes everyone else knows what he is doing. They all assume we know what we are doing. We don't.

She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me.

Everything is true Everything anybody has ever thought

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

I was twelve when I read my first sf magazine

The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises.