Whistling together. Some kind of performance. I mean, not just a conversation, but a performance.

Below the 40th latitude there is no law; below the 50th no god; below the 60th no common sense and below the 70th no intelligence whatsoever.

The distinguishing mark of true adventures, is that it is often no fun at all while they are actually happening.

It's fragile what we know. It's gone every time we forget. Then someone has to learn it all over again.

What kind of Dv would it take to escape history, to escape an inertia that powerful, and carve a new course? The hardest part is leaving Earth behind.

Money equals power; power makes the law; and law makes government.

The command to be free is a double bind