Whatever terrific events may inform our lives, it always comes to that in the end; we just want to lie down. - Brian Aldiss

Here is what I wrote about SF. If it has a familiar ring, my publishers liked it well enough to make it into a postcard for publicity purposes. 'I love SF for its surrealist verve, its loony non-reality, its piercing truths, its wit, its masked melancholy, its nose for damnation, its bunkum, its contempt for home comforts, its slewed astronomy, its xenophilia, its hip, its classlessness, its mysterious machines, its gaudy backdrops, its tragic insecurity.'
Science fiction has always seemed to me such a polyglot, an exotic mistress, a parasite, a kind of new language coined for the purpose of giving tongue to the demented twentieth century.

Rządzić znaczy służyć, kobieto! Ci, którzy sprawują władzę, są jej niewolnikami. Tylko wygnaniec jest wolny.

Nor could she frame deeper words herself; human understandings trickled shallow these days. It was the way.