These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.
Clifford D. SimakI have not long to live. I have lasted more than a man's average allotted span, and while I still am hale and hearty, I know full well the hand of time , while it may miss a man at one reaping, will get him at the next.
Clifford D. SimakHere lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.
Clifford D. Simak