Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.
Since we are not permitted to act, we are obliged to know.
Well, I think everything I've ever read contributes to the background from which I write.
A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian.
Vance has a genius in evoking the beauty of strangeness, the strangeness of beauty.
Notice this rent in my garment; I am at a loss to explain its presence! I am even more puzzled by the existence of the universe.