It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

We should have stayed on the moon. We should have made moon the base, instead of building space stations, which are fragile and which fly apart.

I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard. I started writing every day. I never stopped.

Most of my short stories are fantasy.

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.

For John was running, and this was terrible. Because if you ran, time ran. You yelled and screamed and raced and rolled and tumbled and all of a sudden the sun was gone and the whistle was blowing and you were on your long way home to supper. When you weren't looking, the sun got around behind you! The only way to keep things slow was to watch everything and do nothing! You could stretch a day to three days, sure, just by watching!

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying face of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman.