Science fiction is really sociological studies of the future, things that the writer believes are going to happen by putting two and two together.

May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.

They crashed the front door and grabbed at a woman, though she was not running, she was not trying to escape. She was only standing, weaving from side to side, her eyes fixed upon a nothingness in the wall as if they had struck her a terrible blow upon the head. Her tongue was moving in her mouth, and her eyes seemed to be trying to remember something, and then they remembered and her tongue moved again: "Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

Work. Don't Think. Relax.

We are all . . . children of this universe. Not just Earth, or Mars, or this system, but the whole grand fireworks. And if we are interested in Mars at all, it is only because we wonder over our past and worry terribly about our possible future.

You let the story cool off and then, instead of rewriting it, you relive it.