The hopes and fears of all our years are here with us tonight.

The crowd, having been promised nothing, felt cheated, having received nothing.

That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.

When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away.

The two prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck.

All male writers, incidentally, no matter how broke or otherwise objectionable, have pretty wives. Somebody should look into this.

I was taught that the human brain was the crowning glory of evolution so far, but I think it's a very poor scheme for survival.