There's one thing you can say for air pollution, you get utterly amazing sunrises.

In Genua, someone set out to make dreams come true. Remember some of your dreams?

Just call in at the torturer on your way out. See when he can fit you in.

This is space. It's sometimes called the final frontier. (Except that of course you can't have a final frontier, because there'd be nothing for it to be a frontier to, but as frontiers go, it's pretty penultimate . . .)

The universe clearly operates for the benefit of humanity. This can be readily seen from the convenient way the sun comes up in the morning, when people are ready to start the day.

You see the lighted windows and what you want to think is that there may be many interesting stories behind them, but what you know is that really there are just dull, dull souls, mere consumers of food, who think their instincts are emotions and their tiny lives of more account than a whisper of wind.

I got into science fiction by being interested in astronomy first.