Science-fiction balances you on the cliff. Fantasy shoves you off.
Time is so strange and life is twice as strange.
If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none.
Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.
I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.