It's Easy To Win. Anybody Can Win.

Science Fiction Writers, I Am Sorry To Say, Really Do Not Know Anything. We Can't Talk About Science, Because Our Knowledge Of It Is Limited And Unofficial, And Usually Our Fiction Is Dreadful.

I Have Seen Myself Backward.

For Each Person There Is A Sentence—a Series Of Words—which Has The Power To Destroy Them.

But The Actual Touch Of Her Lingered, Inside His Heart. That Remained. In All The Years Of His Life Ahead, The Long Years Without Her, With Never Seeing Her Or Hearing From Her Or Knowing Anything About Her, If She Was Alive Or Happy Or Dead Or What, That Touch Stayed Locked Within Him, Sealed In Himself, And Never Went Away. That One Touch Of Her Hand.

Whom The Gods Notice They Destroy. Be Small... And You Will Escape The Jealousy Of The Great.