Occupation: Writer Birth: August 22, 1920 Death: June 5, 2012
Facts quite often, I fear to confess, like lawyers, put me to sleep at noon. Not theories, however. Theories are invigorating and tonic. Give me an o….
The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers..
The local TV news is the greatest danger in your life. It's all crap..
Writing can be described in two verbs: Throw up and clean up..
Facts are not interesting to me..
Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn't exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ….
It's rare you get an idea from a dream. I can't really recall a story that ever worked out that way. I think in 35 years of writing, that I've ever h….
Science and religion have to go hand in hand with the mystery, because there's a certain point beyond which you say, "There are no answers.".
You've got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were..
Don't write for money. Write because you love to do something. If you write for money, you won't write anything worth reading..
Action is hope. At the end of each day, when you've done your work, you lie there and think, Well, I'll be damned, I did this today. It doesn't matte….
You can make yourself happy or miserable - it's the same amount of effort..
When I was a young writer if you went to a party and told somebody you were a science-fiction writer you would be insulted. They would call you Flash….
Kill two birds with one stone, feed the homeless to the hungry..
No person ever died that had a family..
The purpose of fiction is not to nail you to the ground as facts do, but to take you to the edge of the cliff and kick you off so you build your wing….
For John was running, and this was terrible. Because if you ran, time ran. You yelled and screamed and raced and rolled and tumbled and all of a sudd….
What is The Subconscious to every other man, in its creative aspect becomes, for writers, The Muse..
Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible de….
Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me, I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someo….
I do a first draft as passionately and as quickly as I can. I believe a story is valid only when it's immediate and passionate, when it dances out of….