The Only Real Failure Is To Fail

The Will To Believe Chases Out The Rational Mind, Whenever And Wherever The Two Come Into Conflict.

I Like Her; I Could Watch Her The Rest Of My Life. She Has Breasts That Smile.

That Is The Artist's Job: Take Mineral Rock From Dark Silent Earth, Transform It Into Shining Light-reflecting Form From Sky.

What A Tragic Realm This Is, He Reflected. Those Down Here Are Prisoners, And The Ultimate Tragedy Is That They Don't Know It; They Think They Are Free Because They Have Never Been Free, And Do Not Understand What It Means.

I Was Twelve When I Read My First Sf Magazine