I first read science fiction in the old British Chum annual when I was about 12 years old.

I don't recall having any self-awareness about the intricacy of my stories.

The right to buy weapons is the right to be free.

My theory was that what I had to do was make a study of human behavior.

Recruiting Station was a story that came as the result of many anxious awakenings during many nights.

I had casually rented an apartment that cost $75 a month because I expected my writing to pay my way.

The encouragement I got from Campbell was a quick check and praise. Once the Space Beagle was launched on its mission, it seemed natural for it to breed additional thoughts.

It's difficult for me to feel that a solid page without the breakups of paragraphs can be interesting. I break mine up perhaps sooner than I should in terms of the usage of the English language.

It came about as follows: over the years when I was involved in dianetics, I wrote the beginnings of many stories. I would get an idea, and then write the beginning, and then never touch it again.

Science fiction is a field of writing where, month after month, every printed word implies to hundreds of thousands of people: 'There is change. Look, today's fantastic story is tomorrow's fact.

Chum was a British boy's weekly which, at the end of the year was bound into a single huge book; and the following Christmas parents bought it as Christmas presents for male children.

Instead of giving a politician the keys to the city, it might be better to change the locks.

If [the devil has] brought you down, make sure that with Christ’s enabling you stand back up.

I'm never the kind of person to say what somebody else should do. I'm very much do what you feel to do.

As charms are nonsense, nonsense is a charm.

Few people realize the profound part angelic forces play in human events.

One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

When a man assumes leadership, he forfeits the right to mercy.

What unthankfulness is it to forget our consolations, and to look upon matters of grievance. To think so much upon two or three crosses as to forget an hundred blessing.

It's amazing how resourceful you can become when you're in the middle of the ocean and there's only one way to get to the other side.

To me, what separates a funny movie from a good movie is something personal.