That night Demosthenes published a scathing denunciation of the population limitation laws. People should be allowed to have as many children as they like, and the surplus population should be sent to other worlds, to spread mankind so far across the galaxy that no disaster, no invasion could ever threaten the human race with annihilation. "The most noble title any child can have," Demosthenes wrote, "is Third.

The ways of love are strange and hard: The love you want is always barred; The love you have you want to change. The ways of love are hard and strange.

Before we are citizens, we are children, and it is as children that we come to understand freedom and authority, liberty and duty.

Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.

Your dream is a good one. [. . .] The desire that is the very root of life itself: To grow until all the space you can see is part of you, under your control. It's the desire for greatness.

He jumped at the Giants face, clambered up his lip and nose, and began to dig in the Giant's eye.

In war, everyone has their chance to bleed.