Maybe it's true that we are all descended from the restless, the nervous, the criminals, the arguers and brawlers, but also the brave and independent and generous. If our ancestors had not been that, they would have stayed in their home plots in the other world and starved over the squeezed-out soil.

But Doc had one mental habit he could not get over. When anyone asked a question, Doc thought he wanted to know the answer.

Intention, good or bad, is not enough.

There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.

Only through immitation do we develop toward originality.

We think of strangers as stronger and better than we are.

I am writing this from what we Americans call Yurrp. In Yurrp writers are taken as seriously as Lana Turner's legs are in America - a ridiculous situation.