On Earth, we are unmanned by our longing for a pastoral past that never really existed; and that, if it had existed, could never exist again...on the Moon, there is no past to long for or dream about. There is no direction but forward.

Surely no child, and few adults, have ever watched a bird in flight without envy.

It's your fiction that interests me. Your studies of the interplay of human motives and emotion.

It's humbling to think that all animals, including human beings, are parasites of the plant world.

So the universe is not quite as you thought it was. You'd better rearrange your beliefs, then. Because you certainly can't rearrange the universe.

To succeed, planning alone is insufficient. One must improvise as well.

What would I do if I knew I only had six months to live? Type faster.