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Fritz Leiber Jr.

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Fritz Leiber Jr. was born on December 24, 1910 in Chicago, Illinois, USA. He was a writer and actor, known for Night of the Eagle (1962), A Pail of Air and Game for Motel Room. He was married to Margo Skinner and Jonquil Stephens. He died on September 5, 1992 in San Francisco, California, USA.

His only child, son, Justin Fritz Leiber, was born on July 8, 1938 in Chicago, Illinois and was a university professor and science fiction writer. He had numerous academic appointments, including an instructorship at Memphis State University (1962-1963) and assistant professorships at Utica College of Syracuse University (1963-1965), the State University of New York at Buffalo (1966-1968) and Lehman College (1968-1977). While at the latter institution, he held visiting appointments at King's College London (honorary visitor; 1970-1971), St. Catherine's College, Oxford (philosophy tutor; 1971-1972) and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (visiting scientist; 1976-1978). A full professor at the University of Houston from 1978 onward, Leiber ended his career at Florida State University. He married and divorced Aleta Misel and was married to Barbara R. Foorman of Tallahassee; and father of KC Leiber and ArLynn Leiber Presser; and grandfather of Joseph and Eastman Presser and Jonquil Leiber-Wyatt. He died on March 22, 2016 in Tallahassee, Florida from prostate cancer.
Received the Hugo Award in 1970 for his novella "Ship of Shadows".
Future sci-fi writer appeared with his father, the Shakespearean actor Fritz Leiber, in RKO's The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1939).
Won eight Hugo Awards (two for the novels 'The Big Time' (1958) and 'The Wanderer' (1964) and two Nebulas, these being the most prestigious awards given in the science fiction field.

Life's always been a business of working hard and fighting the cold. The earth's always been a lonely place, millions of miles from the next planet. And no matter how long the human race might have lived, the end would have come some night. Those things don't matter. What matters is that life is good.
You are not the first to be shocked and horrified by chess. It is a curse of the intellect. It is a game for lunatics—or else it creates them.
People are like planets—lonely little forts of mind with immense black distance barring them off from each other.
Everyone knows Newton as the great scientist. Few remember that he spent half his life muddling with alchemy, looking for the philosopher's stone. That was the pebble by the seashore he really wanted to find.
Two things will last to the end of time, at least for the tribes of Western Man, no matter how far his spaceships rove. They are sorcery and romantic love, which come to much the same thing in the end.

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