The Stone trembled and threw herself outward bound, toward Saturn. In her train followed hundreds and thousands and hundreds of thousands of thousands of restless, rolling Stones . . . to Saturn . . . to Uranus, to Pluto . . . rolling on out to the stars . . . outward bound to the ends of the Universe.
Robert A. HeinleinWhy don't they make more science fiction movies? The answer to any question starting, Why don't they- is almost always, Money.
Robert A. HeinleinThe shamans are forever yacking about their snake oil miracles. I prefer the real McCoy, a pregnant woman.
Robert A. HeinleinCome Judgment Day, we may find that Mumbo Jumbo the God of the Congo was the Big Boss all along.
Robert A. HeinleinAround the time of the Terran Caesar Augustus, a Martian artist had been composing a work of art. It could have been called a poem, a musical opus, or a philosophical treatise; it was a series of emotions arranged in tragic, logical necessity. Since it could be experienced by a human only in the sense in which a man blind from birth might have a sunset explained to him, it does not matter which category it be assigned.
Robert A. Heinlein