You must learn to control your dreams or your dreams will forever control you.

Madge: I don’t know why I keep shouting at them.The Doctor: Because every time you see them happy you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later. The answer is, of course, because they are...

Well we’ve moved through the funfair a bit – we’ve done the rollercoaster, now we’re on the ghost train.

[Science fiction is] out in the mainstream now. You can tell by the way mainstream literary authors pillage SF while denying they’re writing it!

I get tired of hearing some science-fiction fans saying that characterization isn’t important in SF. In point of fact, I think it’s probably more important in SF than in mainstream fiction. After all, if the author can’t characterize humans well, he or she probably can’t characterize aliens well either.

I never read to kill time. Killing time is like killing someone’s wife or a child. There is nothing more precious for me than time.

… You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.

Doubt is what keeps the heart and mind of every man alive. It ‘s what makes us think twice.

Secrets, however long they are kept, usually still manage to be brought to light. The best you can hope for is that you’ll be in control of when a secret gets out, not if it does.” -Melody in CHIMERA-

One can lose themselves in the twilight, when there are no colors to guide the way.

The obsession with correct political belief and expression in art is stultifying the genre as it is necessarily exclusive. We are losing our voice in artificial, forced homogeny posing as tolerance. Propaganda-disguised-as-story drives readers away as agenda takes the place of wonder, excitement, character. and conflict.

I maintain that cultural sensitivity should be replaced by cultural awareness. Awareness implies research, consideration, thought, and judiciousness….Sensitivity denies equal access to language. It segregates and censors based on the background of the writer rather than the content of the story. No society can embrace cultural sensitivity and retain full capacity for freedom of speech.

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

Your thoughts are transparent.

…They are merely scars, not mortal wounds and you must use them to propel you forward.

To the brave crew and passengers of the Kobayshi Maru…sucks to be you.

May the scribes record it.

There’s a sameness to streetlife. On every world I’ve ever been, the same underlying patterns play out, flaunt and vaunt, buy and sell, like some distilled essence of human behavior seeping out from whatever clanking political machine has been dropped on it from above.

Such kings can destroy a world, just as easily as they can build one.

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. “I’m Tally Youngblood,” she said. “make me pretty.

We cannot tell that we are constantly splitting into duplicate selves because our consciousness rides smoothly along only one path in the endlessly forking chains

There are limits to human beings and science, and fiction is one way to expose those limits. –Ono Norihiro

Love is the net profit on life.

For so long considered a second-rate category to other writing genres, Science Fiction should be allotted its true place in literature. The reason Science Fiction is so important is because SF authors create the future. They bring through ideas, technology, and new thought, put it all down in written and spoken word, and then send...

What do you think it is that makes a man”I started on the Definition. He cut me of after five words.”It is not!” he said. “A wax figure could have all that, and he’d still be a wax figure, wouldn’t he?” …”Well, then, what makes a man a man is something inside him.””A soul?” I...

No book, however good, can survive a hostile reading.

Madness, and then illumination.

We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth.’Now...

Then, as Father had trained him, Rigg thought past his feelings.

The Walker towered over him like a half-built skyscraper with a bad attitude. Its bulbous silver head was home to so many weapons that Nick couldn’t even count them. He couldn’t even name half of them.

From the dark forest that bordered the soft ploughed fields, came a low cry that did not belong to any animal. It was accompanied by the sound of branches bending and snapping, and the splintering of wood as trees were crushed or toppled onto their sides.

Rachel Henson stood facing him, immaculate in her uniform and ready for duty as always. She looked as though she had spent her whole life preparing for this very moment – she always did.

As her vision flickered one last time, the man was gone; it was her mother looking into her eyes.Her mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking...

Her vision came into focus and again this time the trees crackled and mocked her. You’re going to die you silly bitch, they seemed to chant. They waved their branches, howling, as the wind whistled through the trails which had suddenly grown icy cold. Kayn’s mind snapped back to reality; she had lost a lot...

We both knew the place we were at and what that meant. We both felt the regret and the loss. We both knew that without me, none of it would have been possible. Without me, everything would be different. Without me, we wouldn’t have been there… lying in that bed in the first place.

Lately I have come to believe that the principle difference between Heaven and Hell is the company you keep there….

Sighing, he settled into his chair, watching the vision of space at his front. It was stoic, calm, and never ending—deadly, if you weren’t careful.

In AR, a falling tree makes no sound unless there is a witness to behold the event. Otherwise, it is only a changing pattern in a complex data-stream.

For chocolate’s sake!

Jonah-John-if I had been a Sam, I would have been a Jonah still-not because I have been unlucky for others, but because somebody or something has compelled me to be certain places, at certain times, without fail. Conveyances and motives, both conventional and bizarre, have been provided. And, according to plan, at each appointed second,...

I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.

We all have our own rhythms to walk to.

It is an extravagant gesture,’ she said, turning to the torpedo, ‘which is just the sort of gesture I like.

Saji has had things done to people who crossed him or whom he has perceived as crossing him. Ugly things. These guys we’re meeting? They think they’re tough. They run book, own strip clubs, dabble in petty theft and probably sell dope for all I know and they’re comfortable in that world, thinking they own...

Do not kill me.”Enrique knows this voice. It is Omar the Turk. [pp. 60-61]

Sometimes it’s hard for me to understand that people can believe in me, that they can trust that I’ll be anything more than the sum of the skeletons in my closet. But I can be. And I am.

Americans worship technology. It’s an inherent trait in the national zeitgeist.

Maligned –powerfully-drawn characters acting out a disturbing view of our future.” -David Compton, New York Times Best-Selling author

A novel is a bridge from one heart to another. – Anon

The king was pregnant.