It is a miracle that New York works at all. The whole thing is implausible.

Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.

Salutations; it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning

Our vegetable garden is coming along well, with radishes and beans up, and we are less worried about revolution that we used to be.

The mind travels faster than the pen; consequently, writing becomes a question of learning to make occasional wing shots, bringing down the bird of thought as it flashes by. A writer is a gunner, sometimes waiting in the blind for something to come in, sometimes roaming the countryside hoping to scare something up.

I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.

It seemed to me that I should have a desk, even though I had no real need for a desk. I was afraid that if I had no desk in my room my life would seem too haphazard.