Occupation: Author Birth: January 26, 1918 Death: February 25, 2009
Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got..
As science pushes forward, ignorance and superstition gallop around the flanks and bite science in the rear with big dark teeth..
Everybody should fear only one person, and that person should be himself ..
The way is open, comrades, free as Space Alone is free. The only gold is love, A coin that we have minted from the light Of others who have cared ….
It was a shameful thing that she had nothing of which to be ashamed..
Despite my vast interest in other universes and new ideas and space, travel and time travel, which by the way I think is impossible, the basic thing ….
This story is about love, which means that it is also about hate..
Confucius once said that a bear could not fart at the North Pole without causing a big wind in Chicago..
Resurrection, like politics, makes strange bedfellows..
Prometheus, I have no Titan's might, Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart, For daytime's vulture talons tear apart The tender alcoves built b….
Yes, we hope to seed a new, rich earth. We hope to breed a race of men whose power Dwells in hearts as open as all Space Itself, who ask for nothi….
Caught Beauty , held to light, now apes A good, now evil, thing the shifting sign And spectrum of archaic, psychic shapes..
One thing is sure, O comrades, that the love That fights to keep us rooted in the earth, But also urges us to dare the stars, This irresistible, t….
Miles above the Earth we know , Fancy's rocket roars. Below, Here and Now are needles which Sew a pattern black as pitch, Waiting for the rocket's li….
Burton, though an infidel, made it his business to investigate thoroughly every religion. Know a man's faith , and you knew at least half the man. Kn….
Tomorrow changes the face of reality..
Burton sighed, laughed loudly, and said, "Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose." Another fairy tale to give men hope . The old religions have bee….
Let those who think the soul is shallow rail, They must be warned before they dare to leap They'll plunge into the twilight depths where sweep In cea….
Now we have lit a candle to the power Of atoms; now we know we're heirs of light Itself..
The truth is that Trout, like Vonnegut and Ray Bradbury and many others, writes parables. These are set in frames which have become called, for no go….
Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact Eat rich strange fish, grow long b….