Fear is a survival instinct; fear in its way is a comfort for it means that somewhere hope is alive.
I wrote the very first stories in science fiction which dealt with homosexuality, The World Well Lost and Affair With a Green Monkey.
Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose?
I find to my mixed astonishment that I do dream, but I didn't know it.
There is no way of writing stories that I haven't done.
I repeat Sturgeon's Revelation, which was wrung out of me after twenty years of wearying defense of science fiction against attacks of people who used the worst examples of the field for ammunition, and whose conclusion was that ninety percent of it is crud.