Genius Is An Infinite Capacity For Pain.

Here Was A Flower (the Daisy Reflected) Strangely Like Itself And Yet Utterly Unlike Itself Too. Such A Paradox Has Often Been The Basis For The Most Impassioned Love.

A Predilection For Genre Fiction Is Symptomatic Of A Kind Of Arrested Development.

America Is A Nation Of Liars, And For That Reason Science Fiction Has A Special Claim To Be Our National Literature, As The Art Form Best Adapted To Telling The Lies We Like To Hear And To Pretend We Believe.

Let Me Tell You About The End Of The World. It Happened Fifty Years Ago. Maybe A Hundred. And Since Then It's Been Lovely. I Mean It. Nobody Tries To Bother You. You Can Relax. You Know What? I Like The End Of The World.

Though Opposition Is A Hopeless Task, Acquiescence Would Be Worse.