Dear Artificer, I’ve blown my quanta and gone to the Good Place!

And we will cause it to be well-made, this Sacrifice. You, young and never loving; I, old and never loved. Such a Song the Sea will never have seen.

It’d be a poor kind of world where there was just one explanation for things. ---Rhiow

(True,) the white hole said. (My name is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) and at the same time he went flickering through a pattern of colors that was evidently the visual translation.

My first generation of young readers now have not only children, but some of them have grandchildren to whom they're introducing their old passion.

Belief made no difference to the truth.

If death is truly a curse,' Spock said, as soberly as some power pronouncing a hundred years of sleep, but with a glint of private, serene humor in his eyes. 'There is little logic in condemning something one has not experienced...or does not remember experiencing.