In almost everything I've written there is a thread of this: man's seemingly palpable need to dislike someone other than himself.

We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think.

Not since the British raided Cologne had so many bombs landed in such a small space in such a short time.

I'm afraid that if I started to ponder who I am and what I am, I might not like what I find.

You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead—your next stop, the Twilight Zone.

It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it appears.

Now death is with us in such abundance and hovers over us in so massive a form that we don't have time to invent a mythology, nor is our creativity directed toward same. Now it's to prevent death.