Any artist must expect to work amid the total, rational indifference of everybody else to their work, for years, perhaps for life.

Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

I'll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imagination.

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

I think there is no way to write about being alone. To write is to tell something to somebody to communicate to others. . . . Solitude is noncommunication, the absence of others, the presence of a self sufficient to itself.

We read books to find out who we are.