The pack of media brayed and bellowed outside the house for seven weeks. Sol realized then what he had known and forgotten about very small communities: they were frequently annoying, always parochial, sometimes prying on a one-to-one level, but never had they subscribed to the vicious legacy of the so-called "public's right to know".

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

There is no doubt that I have discovered the ultimate in stagnant human societies. The Bikura have realized the human dream of immortality and have paid for it with their humanity and their immortal souls.

Nothing helps an artist's career more than a little death and obscurity.

It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.

Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion

If our god's work is to be done in our time, we must do it ourselves.