Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.

Stories are the things that allow us to persuade each other that we're human.

As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.

Sometimes I think that ideas float through the atmosphere like huge squishy pumpkins, waiting for heads to drop on.

Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

Ray Bradbury was not ahead of his time. He was perfectly of his time, and more than that: he created his time and left his mark on the time that followed.