My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

We are the witnesses to the miracle. We are put here by creation, by God....We're here to be the audience to the magnificent. It is our job to celebrate.

God, here and there, makes madness a calling.

This is the result of six billion years of evolution. Tonight, we have given the lie to gravity.We have reached for the stars.

Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future.

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.