Oh, Homer! You don't have to play dumb anymore! You're not at school now.

My pen.’ Funny, I wrote that without noticing. ‘The torch’, ‘the paper’, but ‘my pen’. That shows what writing means to me, I guess. My pen is a pipe from my heart to the paper. It’s about the most important thing I own.

Time spent in reconnaissance is seldom wasted.

Sometimes I got worried that my memory was falling apart.

We'd thought that we were among the first humans to invade this basin, but humans had invaded everything, everywhere. They didn't have to walk into a place to invade it.

We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.

We believed we were safe. That was the big fantasy.