No man can rob successfully over a period of years without pleasing the people he robs.

Just think about it," he said softly. "You can do practically anything. You can have practically everything. And none of it will keep you from being alone." "Shut up shut up...Everybody's alone." He nodded. "But some people learn how to live with it.

The first writing I did was short short stories for a newspaper syndicate for which I was paid five dollars a piece on publication.

An old-shoe lover loves loving old shoes.

Fear is a survival instinct; fear in its way is a comfort for it means that somewhere hope is alive.

Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose?

Corollary 1: The existence of immense quantities of trash in science fiction is admitted and it is regrettable; but it is no more unnatural than the existence of trash anywhere.