The Chain Letter to the Ephebians. Forget Your Gods. Be Subjugated. Learn to Fear. Do not break the chain -- the last people who did woke up one morning to find fifty thousand armed men on their lawn.

They called themselves the Munrungs. It meant The People, or The True Human Beings. It's what most people call themselves, to begin with. And then one day the tribe meets some other People or, if it's not been a good day, The Enemy. If only they'd think up a name like Some More True Human Beings, it'd save a lot of trouble later on

There is a soak-the-rich attitude in the air, a feeling that if you have a lot of money you must have got it by some ghastly means. I can quite happily say there was never any family money. All the money we got was mine, just from writing books.

Humans need fantasy in order to be human.

If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

Aliens don't get stuck in air ducts. It's practically a well-known fact.

What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.