I started writing every day. I never stopped.

He raged for hours. And the skeleton, ever the frail and solelmn philosopher, hung quietly inside, saying not a word, suspended like a delicate insect within a chrysalis, waiting and waiting.

And the lesson was this; sit in the sun, head down, within a prickly vine, in a flickery light, or open light, and the world will come to you. The sky will come in its time, bringing rain, and the earth will rise through you, from beneath, and make you rich and make you full.

The Martians were there - in the canal - reflected in the water.... The Martians stared back up at them for a long, long silent time from the rippling water.

We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.

Do what you love and love what you do. Don’t do anything for money. Everything should be for love.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.