But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

The war had begun and nobody saw it. The storm was lowering and nobody knew it.

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.

I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend... I can pretend that things last.

Hasn't there always been a moon?" "Bless you. Not in the slightest. I remember the day the moon came. We looked up in the sky - it was all dirty brown and sooty gray here then, not green and blue.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.