Some persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

The surface of Earth heaved and seethed in fecund restlessness. Earth was most fertile where the most death was.

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.

What memories for mud to have.

I don't reveal to her that I love her. I keep poker faced. She might as well be looking at a cantaloupe, there is so little information in my face, but my heart is beating.

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.