I think it can be quite impossible to think well of yourself, so I prefer not to think about that too much. But I am very pleased, obviously.

A lot of us don't want to be quite that serious about world problems. Our life is there to enjoy, not to be an eternal dissident, eternally unhappy with how things are and with the state of mankind.

Action isn’t my forte. I’m an expert on contemplation and mild regret.

I've always thought of absurdism as a French fad I'd like to belong to.

Science fiction is very healthy in its form.

I'm quite influenced in this by one of my heroes, Montaigne, who thought a man's real task was to render as honest an account of himself as he could.

It is a truism throughout the civilized galaxy that when you go to the police, your troubles really begin.

I'm not too fond of the hard work and the constant battle with self-doubt that goes on when I write, but I figure that's part of the territory.

I sell well now in Russia. I remember one signing in Russia some years ago where the bookstore had two strongmen to hold the crowds back.

Once you find you can't walk as far and as fast as you were able, life becomes more complicated.

I'm not so interested any more in how a great deal of science fiction goes. It goes into things like Star Wars and Star Trek which all go excellent in their own way.

I just want to feel like home. I just want Rosabelle. My other half. Where she was day, I was night. While I was earth, she was sky." -Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

There’s only one way to improve society. Present it with a single improved unit: yourself.

I have a choice. That’s why I’m still here.

A rumble gurgled through the space between them."Was that you?"She looked down. "Was that me?""That noise. It sounded like a growl."Well according to you, I am a ferocious car burglar.

When you fall head over heels for someone, you're not falling in love with who they are as a person; you're falling in love with your idea of love.

The tocsin you hear today is not an alarm but an alert: it sounds the charge against our enemies.

Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.

If my baby don't love me no more, I know her sister will.

What a child doesn't receive he can seldom later give.

The deity who stalked the deserts of the Middle East millennia ago-and who seems to have abandoned them to bloodshed in his name ever since-is no one to consult on questions of ethics.