Spider Robinson (born November 24, 1948) is an American-born Canadian science fiction author.
Now that I finally have the time for it, this web surfing stuff turns out to be as interesting and fun and addictive as you've all been telling me. Zipping from link to link, chasing an idea across the noosphere, sucking up information like a killer whale - way cool.
The day Apollo 11 landed, I knew men would walk on Mars in my lifetime. I'm no longer nearly so sure. The last budget put forward in Canada contained not a penny for Mars.
Euphemisms are for the differently brained.
I'm going to live forever, or die trying !
Librarians are like crack dealers when it comes to hooking small children.
If you've lived a bad life, they send you to Hell. But if you've been truly wicked, they give you a tour of Heaven first.
And there's this place called college! I mean, they want you to care, dig it, care about this education trip, and they don't care enough themselves to make it as attractive as the crap game across the street!
And I'm a pair of pants with a hole scorched through the ass?
Quite frankly, I don't like you humans. After what you all have done, I find being 'inhuman' a compliment.
Sometimes I think I must have a Guardian Idiot. A little invisible spirit just behind my shoulder, looking out for me. . . only he's an imbecile.
Art takes whatever - and as long as - it takes.
In 1971, after seven years in college, with that magic piece of paper clutched triumphantly in my fist, the best job I was able to get was night watchman on a sewer project in Babylon, N. Y. guarding a hole in the ground to prevent anyone from stealing it. God bless the American educational system!
God is an iron. . . and that's a hot one.
Librarians are the secret masters of the world. They control information. Don't ever piss one off.
there's nothing in the human heart or mind, no place no matter how twisted or secret, that can't be endured - if you have someone to share it with.
She danced because she needed to. She needed to say things which could be said in no other way, and she needed to take her meaning and her living from the saying of them.
Anger is always - always - fear in disguise.
Mankind is divided into two basic sorts: those who find the unknown future threatening. . . and those who find it thrilling. The rupture between those two sides has been responsible for most of the bloodshed in history.
To all the Callahan's Places there ever were or ever will be, whatever they may be called — and to all the merry maniacs and happy fools who are fortunate enough to stumble into one: may none of them arrive too late!
To be human : to strive in the face of the certainty of failure.