The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

You are young, and in love. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point.

Mr. Vandemar showed them his teeth, demonstrating his sunny and delightful disposition. It was unquestionably the most horrible thing Richard had ever seen.

If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you'll never be a novelist.

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.

Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead.