Occupation: Writer Birth: August 22, 1920 Death: June 5, 2012
Touch a scientist and you touch a child..
The gods had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly..
When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money..
I don't believe in colleges and universities..
When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy..
I was partially raised by an aunt who was a dress designer, so I was around her studio all of my early life. I know materials. I can look through Har….
The sun burnt every day. It burnt Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway….
Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damm insane mistakes!.
The ability to "fantasize" is the ability to survive. It's wonderful to speak about this subject because there have been so many wrong-headed people ….
I was never young. Whoever I was then is dead. That's more of your quills. I don't want a hide full, thanks. I have always figured that you die each ….
Do three things each night before you go to bed: read a poem, read a short story, read an essay..
They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale..
Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. Plot is observe….
Like every beginner, I have thought you could beat, pummel and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds ….
Chock them so ... full of "facts" they feel stuffed, but absolutely "brilliant" with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a s….
Fire the doubters out of your life..
Teachers are to inspire; librarians are to fulfill..
You'll be found, your nickels, dimes and Indian-heads fused by electroplating. Abe Lincolns melted into Miss Columbias, eagles plucked raw on the bac….
Fantasies are things that can't happen, and science fiction is about things that can happen..
If you're reluctant to weep, you won't live a full and complete life..
The merry-go-round was running, yes, but... It was running backward. The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stal….