The future is like smoke from a burning forest, waiting for the wind of specific events and personal courage to blow the sparks and embers of reality this way or that.

Want to talk about Shakespeare's sonnets?" asked Orphu of Io. Are you shitting me?" The moravecs loved the ancient human colloquial phrases, the more scatological the better. Yes," said Orphu. "I am most definitely shitting you, my friend.

Its hard to die. Harder to live

The young remember most deeply.... When we are old and failing, it is the memories of childhood which can be summoned most clearly.

In such seconds of decision entire futures are made.

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.

Artists recognize other artists as soon as the pencil begins to move.