The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?

Don’t try to write a novel. Write short stories and then figure out how to connect them.

I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.

Space travel is life-enhancing, and anything that's life-enhancing is worth doing. It makes you want to live forever.

Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damm insane mistakes!

There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.

I’m really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don’t remember!