Saying that, he was suddenly himself again, despite his lunatic hair and eyes: a man whose personal dignity went so deep as to be nearly invisible... It was more than diginity. Integrity? Wholeness? Like a block of wood not carved. The infinite possibility, the unlimited and unqualified wholeness of being of the uncommitted, the nonacting, the uncarved: the being who, being nothing but himself, is everything.

Belief in the lie is the life of the lie.

A man wants his virility regarded. A woman wants her femininity appreciated, however indirect and subtle the indications of regard and appreciation. [Here] one is respected and judged only as a human being. It is an appalling experience.

Science fiction is not prescriptive; it is descriptive.

What else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organize from the bottom up

To break a promise is to deny the reality of the past. Therefore it is to deny the hope of a real future.

Secondhand experience breaks down a block from the car lot.