It was a great place to write a novel about book burning, in the library basement.

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

Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt

The human race likes to give itself airs. One good volcano can produce more greenhouse gases in a year than the human race has in its entire history.

There's no use going to school unless your final destination is the library.

I shall remain on Mars and read a book.

The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.