Poul Anderson
Poul Anderson
Poul William Anderson was an American science fiction author who began his career during the Golden Age of the genre and continued to write and remain popular into the 21st century. Anderson also authored several works of fantasy, historical novels, and a prodigious number of short stories. He received numerous awards for his writing, including seven Hugo Awards and three Nebula Awards...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 November 1926
CityBristol, PA
CountryUnited States of America
Better a life like a falling star, brief bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.
Happier are all men than the dwellers in Faerie – or the gods, for that matter…Better a life like a falling star, bright across the dark, than a deathlessness that can see naught above or beyond itself…the day draws nigh when Faerie shall fade, the Erlking himself shrink to a woodland sprite and then to nothing, and the gods go under. And the worst of it is, I cannot believe it wrong that the immortals will not live forever.
I have yet to see any problem, however complicated, which, when looked at in the right way did not become still more complicated.
My current project is science fiction, really ambitious I think. But again, it's a matter, to some extent, of what you can do, accepting limitations.
Well... Tau Zero, I like that one especially. It was somewhat of a tour de force, and I think it got across what I was trying for.
These lands are not always calm. We may well have more adventures ahead of us. But we shall meet them with high hearts.
A fanatic's willingness to kill or be killed in the service of a cause cannot prove the rightness of that cause.
Colonization means potential immortality for the human genus. Man's safety on Earth was never great, and it dwindles hourly. Disarmament, even world government, will not guarantee survival in an age when population presses natural resources to the limit and when the knowledge of how to work mischief on a planetary scale is ever more widely diffused among peoples who may grow ever more desperate.
A fanatic is a man who, when he's lost sight of his purpose, redoubles his effort.
You know what they say about bold spacemen never becoming old spacemen.
The fish that first ventured ashore had considerable practical problems.
Will none wipe the sneer of the face of the cosmos?
Machines can only find what ignorant men have programmed them to find.
Let us settle down to the serious business of getting drunk.