Science fiction is fantasy with bolts painted on outside.
There was no himself in himself.
Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.
No one knew where you were before you were born, but when you were born, it wasn't long before you found you'd arrived with your return ticket already punched.
The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.
The sun is simple. A sword is simple. A storm is simple. Behind everything simple is a huge tail of complicated.