Quotes by: A. E. van Vogt
|A. E. van Vogt
Van Vogt about 1963
||Alfred Elton van Vogt
April 26, 1912
Gretna, Manitoba, Canada
||January 26, 2000
Los Angeles, California, US
||1939–1986 (science fiction)
||Golden Age of Science Fiction
Edna Mayne Hull (1939–1975)
Lydia van Vogt (until his death)
I don't recall having any self-awareness about the intricacy of my stories.
It's difficult for me to feel that a solid page without the breakups of paragraphs can be interesting. I break mine up perhaps sooner than I should in terms of the usage of the English language.
I first read science fiction in the old British Chum annual when I was about 12 years old.
It came about as follows: over the years when I was involved in dianetics, I wrote the beginnings of many stories. I would get an idea, and then write the beginning, and then never touch it again.
Chum was a British boy's weekly which, at the end of the year was bound into a single huge book; and the following Christmas parents bought it as Christmas presents for male children.
In a sense, there's a great truth to that, but, also I was a great reader.
The encouragement I got from Campbell was a quick check and praise. Once the Space Beagle was launched on its mission, it seemed natural for it to breed additional thoughts.
Well, first of all, going off with dianetics was based upon a thought of mine.
I figure that that has a ten year cycle. At the end of that ten years, I began to get worried that I would run into what is known as the writer's block, the feeling of not being able to do these things.
But, somewhere in there, I did have the thought that this really fits in with my thinking about what I wanted to do; with what has to be done by a writer in order to stay alive as a writer.
I had casually rented an apartment that cost $75 a month because I expected my writing to pay my way.
Recruiting Station was a story that came as the result of many anxious awakenings during many nights.
You have to remember that I was a bright but simple fellow from Canada who seldom, if ever, met another writer, and then only a so-called literary type that occasionally sold a story and meanwhile worked in an office for a living.
In those days I was new to covers; merely felt pleased that a story of mine had been honored. I later met Rogers who did some of my early covers and I was impressed with him.