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

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.

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.

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

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.

Philosophy has no value in a true sense, but it adds and defines value to our lives.

One of our great thematic traditions in Bad Religion has been to question human nature.

Furious activity is no substitute for understanding.

You thought I was writing The Truth? Honey, I don't even know what The Truth means.

I'm half deaf. I have nerve damage and a constant ringing in both of my ears, and there are certain times and conditions when I can hardly hear at all.

I'm alright, nobody worry about me. Why you gotta gimme a fight? Can't you just let it be.

Gentlemen, we are being killed on the beaches. Lets go inland and be killed.

But presidents matter. That's one of the biggest lessons I learned being in the White House.

Persian envoy "our arrows will black out the sun..." Dienekes of the Spartans.."Good, then we'll fight in the shade.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.