The moon is a good, solid base to build a space travel organization in the community.

Hello!" He said hello and then said, "What are you up to now?" "I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. "I don't think I'd like that," he said. "You might if you tried." "I never have." She licked her lips. "Rain even tastes good." "What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked. "Sometimes twice.

Find out what your hero or heroine wants, and when he or she wakes up in the morning, just follow him or her all day.

You don't have to turn on the TV set. You don't have to work on the Internet. It's up to you.

The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

We have too many cellphones. We've got too many internets. We have got to get rid of those machines. We have too many machines now.

The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.