All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying "Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack."
The "Camelot" interview (29 November 1963)
The "Camelot" interview (29 November 1963)
Chap. IX
The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa, the African (1789)
After hearing that his brother John F. Kennedy had been assassinated in Dallas, TX, on 22 November 1963, as reported https://books.google.com/books?id=nsOlkJ7yVhMC&q=I+thought+they%27d+get+one+of+us%2C+but+Jack%2C+after+all+he%27s+been+through%2C+never+worried+about+it+I+thought+it+would+be+me.#v=snippet&q=%22I%20thought%20they%27d%20get%20one%20of%20us%22%20%22but%20Jack%2C%20after%20all%20he%E2%80%99d%20been%20through%2C%20never%20worried%20about%20it....%20I%20thought%20it%20would%20be%20me.%22&f=false by Ed Guthman in Peter Collier & David Horowitz's The Kennedys: An American Drama https://www.google.com/search?tbo=p&tbm=bks&q=intitle:%22The+Kennedys%22+inauthor:%22David+Horowitz%22+inauthor:%22Peter+Collier%22&num=50 (1984), ISBN 1893554317, p. 249
Source: On the Jellicoe Road
Source: The Tin Flute (1945), P. 319-320
As quoted in SF Authors Remember A.E. van Vogt (2000) http://www.sfrevu.com/ISSUES/2000/ARTICLES/20000128-03.htm#SF%20Authors%20Remeber%20A.E.%20van%20Vogt
Context: At the end of June in 1939 I took a bus east to New York to attend the first World Science Fiction convention. On the bus with me I took the June of Astounding Science-Fiction in which the short story by A. E. van Vogt appeared. It was an astonishing encounter. In that same issue with him were C. L. Moore and Ross Rocklynne, a fantastic issue to take with me on that long journey, for I was still a poor unpublished writer selling newspapers on a street corner for ten dollars a week and hoping, someday, to be an established writer myself, but that was still two years off. On the way I drank in the words of A. E. Van Vogt and was stunned by what I saw there. He became a deep influence for the next year.
As it turned out, I didn't become A. E. Van Vogt, no one else could, and when I finally met him was pleased to see that the man was as pleasant to be with as were his stories. I knew him over a long period of years and he was a kind and wonderful gentleman, a real asset to the Science Fantasy Society in L. A., where there are a lot of strange people. A. E. Van Vogt was not strange, he was kind. He gave me advice and helped me along the road to becoming what I wanted to become.
Speech on Religious Intolerance as presented at the Pittsburgh Opera House (14 October 1879).
Context: They say the religion of your fathers is good enough. Why should a father object to your inventing a better plow than he had? They say to me, do you know more than all the theologians dead? Being a perfectly modest man I say I think I do. Now we have come to the conclusion that every man has a right to think. Would God give a bird wings and make it a crime to fly? Would he give me brains and make it a crime to think? Any God that would damn one of his children for the expression of his honest thought wouldn't make a decent thief. When I read a book and don't believe it, I ought to say so. I will do so and take the consequences like a man.
