People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentences shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture.

I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise.

Men read science fiction to build the future. Women don't need to read it. They are the future.

You take the books, you lie there in the pools of light and you drink life. That is how intensely I have loved libraries.

Friendship is an island that you retreat to and you all fall on the floor and laugh at all the other ninnies that don't have enough brains to have your good taste.

The terrible tyranny of the majority.