David Gerrold Quotes

I’ve always felt that anyone who wants to talk about my private life is only demonstrating the paucity of his/her imagination when there are so many more important and exciting things to discuss.

Now you see why I hate to leave my lab. It tires me out too much to have to do other people’s thinking for them.

Auberson’s first impression of the man was of eight pounds of potatoes in a ten-pound sack.

Life must be a daring adventure or it is nothing at all. It's always a choice between joy and despair. I tried despair. Joy is more fun.

Don’t push the on-button if you don’t know where the off-button is.

Life is full of little surprises.
Time travel is full of big ones.

There isn’t a tool built that can’t be used as a weapon.

It was not an unfamiliar sensation, but it was strange to feel it in the daytime. Mostly, it was a nighttime visitor, an ever-gentle gnawing at the back of the head that had to be always guarded against, lest its realization sweep forth with a cold familiar rush. It was the sudden startling glimpse over the edge—the realization that death is inevitable, that it happens to everyone, that it would happen to me too; that someday, someday, the all-important I (the center of the whole thing) would cease to exist. Would stop. Would end. Would no longer be. Nothing. Nobody. Finished. Death.

The second time is by mutual consent.

You aren’t really jumping through time, that’s the illusion; what you’re actually doing is leaving one timestream and jumping to—maybe even creating—another. The second one is identical to the one you just left, including all of the changes you made in it—up to the instant of your appearance. At that moment, simply by the fact of your existence in it, the second timestream becomes a different timestream. You are the difference.

Hypocrisy piled upon hypocrisy. Not only did I try to influence the course of their actions—but I dared to do it in the name of God—I tried to save their souls! I tried to save them from themselves!
Is that so horrible?
Ah, yes. It is the worst of all possible crimes.

It was as private as the main floor of Hell.

So what happens when the camera is finally invented?
Handley let his breath escape in a whoosh. "The artists are out of jobs?"
"Wrong. The artist simply have to learn how to do things that the camera can't. The artist had to stop being a recorder and start being an interpreter. That's when expressionism was born."

There are only two times when it's appropriate for a man to have his nose in a woman's vagina. The first time is when he's stark naked and weighs about 7 lbs.

I wish I could change it all. I wish I could.
But I can’t.
Dammit.
Now I know what it’s like to have an indelible past—one that can’t be erased and changed at will. It’s frustrating. It’s maddening. And it makes me wish I had been more careful and thoughtful.