They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.

I take this continent with me into the grave.

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.

The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forests and watch the birds and collect butterflies. I'll show you my collection some day.Good.They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it?

You either have an imaginative mind or you don't. All of my writing is God-given. I don't write my stories - they write themselves.

Writing can be described in two verbs: Throw up and clean up.

The very first experiments with building rockets and firing them off were carried out by students at Cal Tech in 1937, '38 and '39. And later these people put together these jet propulsion labs in Pasadena and wound up sending aircraft and spacecraft to the moon. So it all began very primitively with love.