Most Science Fiction, Quite Frankly,

The Test Of Intellect Is The Refusal To Belabor The Obvious.

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.

Intellect Is The Ability To Avoid Belaboring The Obvious.

Gully Foyle Is My Name And Terra Is My Nation Deep Space Is My Dwelling Place The Stars My Destination

This Was A Golden Age, A Time Of High Adventure, Rich Living And Hard Dying... But Nobody Thought So. This Was A Future Of Fortune And Theft, Pillage And Rapine, Culture And Vice... But Nobody Admitted It. This Was An Age Of Extremes, A Fascinating Century Of Freaks... But Nobody Loved It.