Science and fiction both begin with similar questions: What if? Why? How does it all work? But they focus on different areas of life on earth.

oil paints...the look of licked lips.

You can pretty much trace when the big individual indebtedness kicked in, and it was when the credit card became generally available.

What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!

Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge.

It's his word against the Commander's, unless he wants to head a posse. Kick in the door, and what did I tell you? Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.

I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.