Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. It might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets.

A writer strives to express a universal truth in the way that rings the most bells in the shortest amount of time.

Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.

Try to be better than yourself.

Only when the clock stops does time come to life

Civilization begins with distillation

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.