Most Science Fiction, Quite Frankly, Is Silly

Eight, Sir; Seven, Sir; Six, Sir; Five, Sir; Four, Sir; Three, Sir; Two, Sir; One! Tenser, Said The Tensor. Tenser, Said The Tensor. Tension, Apprehension, And Dissension Have Begun.

This Was An Age Of Extremes, A Fascinating Century Of Freaks... But Nobody Loved It.

If A Man's Got Talent And Guts To Buck Society, He's Obviously Above Average. You Want To Hold On To Him. You Straighten Him Out And Turn Him Into A Plus Value. Why Throw Him Away? Do That Enough And All You've Got Left Are The Sheep.

I'm Not Much Interested In Extrapolating Science And Technology; I Merely Use Extrapolation As A Means Of Putting People Into New Quandaries Which Produce Colorful Pressures And Conflicts.

The Man Who Gives His Own Decisions Priority Over Society Is A Criminal.