The machine conceals the machinations.

If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic.

You sit down and you do it, and you do it, and you do it, until you have learned to do it.

The future has become uninhabitable. Such hopelessness can arise, I think, only from an inability to face the present, to live in the present, to live as a responsible being among other beings in this sacred world here and now, which is all we have, and all we need, to found our hope upon.

Safety lies in catering to the in-group. We are not all brave. All I would ask of writers who find it hard to question the universal validity of their personal opinions and affiliations is that they consider this: Every group we belong to - by gender, sex, race, religion, age - is an in-group, surrounded by an immense out-group, living next door and all over the world, who will be alive as far into the future as humanity has a future. That out-group is called other people. It is for them that we write.

Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him.

Artists are people who are not at all interested in the facts - only in the truth.