The Stone trembled and threw herself outward bound, toward Saturn. In her train followed hundreds and thousands and hundreds of thousands of thousands of restless, rolling Stones . . . to Saturn . . . to Uranus, to Pluto . . . rolling on out to the stars . . . outward bound to the ends of the Universe.
Robert A. HeinleinAn armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.
Robert A. Heinlein