I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
It is a miracle that New York works at all. The whole thing is implausible.
I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn't know where else to go.
Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war.
Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?