I love when people call me hard to read like that isn’t the entire point of science fiction. by Isaac Asimov

Some of us were trying to write poetry while you were busy building a spreadsheet with plot twists.

Ray, your books are gorgeous, but your science has the consistency of stage fog.

Clarke writes like the moon filed a patent and Bradbury writes like a cathedral caught feelings.

Both of you are exhausting; I put a spaceship in the sky and moved on with my life.

Isaac, you are the only man alive who can make an insult sound peer reviewed.

Arthur says that like he didn’t spend half his career inventing elegant ways to be correct.