I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.
The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.
Extenuating circumstance to be mentioned on Judgment Day: We never asked to be born in the first place.
The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by and large.
I myself grew up when radio was very important. I’d come home from school and turn on the radio. There were funny comedians and wonderful music, and there were plays. I used to pass time with radio.
Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. Don’t you wish you could have something named after you?
So, in the interests of survival, they trained themselves to be agreeing machines instead of thinking machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking, and then they thought that, too.
The worst thing that could possibly happen to anybody would be to not be used for anything by anybody. Thank you for using me, even though I didn’t want to be used by anybody.
Human beings will believe in all kinds of things that aren’t true, and that’s okay. And TV is a part of that.
A sum of money is a leading character in this tale about people, just as a sum of honey might properly be a leading character in a tale about bees.
There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.
If your brains were dynamite there wouldn’t be enough to blow your hat off.
All the new technology seems redundant to me. I was quite happy with the United States mail service. And, I don’t even have an answering machine, for God’s sake.
That’s one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.
Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
We’re terrible animals. I think that the Earth’s immune system is trying to get rid of us, as well it should.
Truth can be really powerful stuff if you’re not expecting it.
All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.
And a step backward, after making a wrong turn, is a step in the right direction.
Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow...