Practically all SF is trash.

I see a poem as a multi-coloured strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments.

Not only does God play dice with the world He does not let us see what He has rolled.

I never loved totalitarianism and all the ideas of making mankind happy always seemed crazy to me.

A smart machine will first consider which is more worth its while: to perform the given task or, instead, to figure some way out of it.

It has no meaning, what do you use to write, the only thing that is important is: what do you write. A machine to write a book instead of a writer is not invented yet, and probably will never be.

We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.