The story of my very first sale is the fact that I dreamed up a foolproof paper to cheat an insurance company out of several hundred thousand dollars.

There is no way of writing stories that I haven't done.

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

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.

I learned how to live on five and sometimes ten dollars a week.

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.

I find to my mixed astonishment that I do dream, but I didn't know it.