As a young man just beginning to publish some short fiction in the t&a magazines, I was fairly optimistic about my chances of getting published; I knew that I had some game, as the basketball players say these days, and I also felt that time was on my side; sooner or later the best-selling writers of the sixties and seventies would either die or go senile, making room for newcomers like me.

there are lots of would-be censors out there, and although they may have different agendas, they all want basically the same thing: for you to see the world they see...or to at least shut up about what you do see that's different. they are agents of the status quo. not necessarily bad guys, but dangerous guys if you happen to believe in intellectual freedom.

How else could he go on, except with merciful incomprehension held before him like a shield? How could anyone?

Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.

Until we see each other again, keep your head together, read some good books, be useful, be happy.

The poets continually and sometimes wilfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer.

Remember that 'plumber in space' is not such a bad setup for a story.