Where is the Life we lost in living?

You have to risk going too far to discover just how far you can really go.

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

Let's not be narrow, nasty, and negative.

We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors' victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant