Laughter is just a slowed down scream of terror.

Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love.

Gene Wolfe has produced a work of art that can satisfy adult appetites and in which even the most fantastical elements register as poetry rather than as penny-whistle whimsy.

Creativeness is finding patterns where none exist.

Knowledge is devalued when it becomes too generally known

The gods, after all, are only human, and once their rage has been placated they are perfectly capable of acts of mercy and grace.

America is a nation of liars, and for that reason science fiction has a special claim to be our national literature, as the art form best adapted to telling the lies we like to hear and to pretend we believe.