In our time the search for extraterrestrial life will eventually change our laws, our religions, our philosophies, our arts, our recreations, as well as our sciences. Space, the mirror, waits for life to come look for itself there.

I feel like I’ve been saving up a lot of things, and I don’t know what.

His flesh took paleness from his bones.

In order for a thing to be horrible it has to suffer a change you can recognize.

Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.

The Internet is a big distraction. It's distracting, it's meaningless; it's not real. It's in the air somewhere.

We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.