Quotes from Theodore Sturgeon

Nothing is always absolutely so

Just think about it," he said softly. "You can do practically anything. You can have practically everything. And none of it will keep you from being alone." "Shut up shut up...Everybody's alone." He nodded. "But some people learn how to live with it.

Ask Baby can you be truly part of someone you love." "He says only if you love yourself.

Basically, fiction is people. You can't write fiction about ideas.

Ask the next question.

He slept like an animal, well and lightly, faced in the opposite direction from that of a man; for a man going to sleep is about to escape into it while animals are prepared to escape out of it.

A science fiction story is a story built around human beings, with a human problem and a human solution, which would not have happened at all without its scientific content.

Logic and truth are two very different things, but they often look the same to the mind that's performing the logic.

It was spring, the part of spring where the bursting is done, the held-in pressures of desiccated sap-veins and gum-sealed buds are gone, and all the world's in a rush to be beautiful.

No man can rob successfully over a period of years without pleasing the people he robs.

Love's a different sort of thing, hot enough to make you flow into something, interflow, cool and anneal and be a weld stronger than what you started with.

The only thumbnail you'll get from me is this: no one knows what's really wrong with you but you; no one can find a cure for it but you; no one but you can identify it as a cure; and once you find it, no one but you can do anything about it.

Let me tell you something: you can not write good fiction about ideas. You can only write good fiction about people.

Among the many things it meant was that even to loneliness there is an end, for those who are lonely enough, long enough.

Evelyn said, "What's it called when a person needs a … person … when you want to be touched and the … two are like one thing and there isn't anything else at all anywhere?" Alicia, who had read books, thought about it. "Love," she said at length. She swallowed. "It's a madness. It's bad.

This is the answer! The answer is not in getting and keeping, but in getting and giving. The answer is not in saving and preserving, but in growing and changing. The answer is not in making things stop, but in making things go. The answer is not in covering and hiding, but in touching and sharing. The answer is not in thinking, but in feeling. The answer is not in death, but love. Not death, but life. Not death!

Why do you talk all the time?" I asked. It was a rhetorical question, but she cocked her head on one side and considered it carefully. "I think it's 'cause I don't know any big words, like you and Mummy," she said, just in time to pull me out of my magazine again, "so I have to use lots and lots of little ones.

Progress is a dynamic thing, and you had to ride it leaning forward a little, like a surfboard because if you stood there flat-footed you'd get drowned.

The movers and shakers have always been obsessive nuts.

You write a story about loneliness, and you grab them all because everybody's an expert on that one.

I've always written very tightly, and there's a good reason for that. There's no point in using words that you're not going to apply.

You don't sit up in a cave and write the Great American Novel and know it is utterly superb, and then throw it page by page into the fire. You just don't do that. You send it out. You have to send it out.

Inner space is so much more interesting, because outer space is so empty.

When I can't do something, this always impels me to study it.