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
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.
So much American science fiction is parochial -- not as true now as it was years ago, but the assumption is one culture in the future, more or less like ours, and with the same ideals, the same notions of how to do things, just bigger and flashier technology. Well, you know darn well it doesn't work that way...
Let us settle down to the serious business of getting drunk.
In Harvest of Stars, there is this notion, not original with me of course, that it will become possible to download at least the basic aspects of a human personality into a machine program
Anybody can find infinite Mandelbrot figures in his navel.
Will none wipe the sneer of the face of the cosmos?
Timidity can be as dangerous as rashness.
Two lives met across death and centuries. To ask what it meant is meaningless. There is no destiny. But sometimes there is bravery
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.
If we knew exactly what to expect throughout the Solar System, we would have no reason to explore it.
Better a life like a falling star, brief bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.