A few generations living and dying without a sky, and enclosed spaces lost the atavistic terror of premature burial.

No one lived forever. But you fought for every minute you could get. Bought a little more with a lot of hard work.

The usual state of nature is recovering from the last disaster.

The moral high ground is a lovely place. It won’t stop a missile, though. It won’t alter the trajectory of a gauss round.

Or was that fatalism another good move in design space? Did the universe evolve eyes and wings and sense organs and bitter amusement at the prospect of death all the same way?

Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple.

Fayez whistled low. “That is not dead which can eternal lie. Or, y’know, whatever.

I’m a long-flight pilot. Pushing a little bubble of air-filled metal across an ocean of nothing is what I was born to do.

You want a shadow, you got to have light and something to get in its way.

You can order the sun to come up if you time it right. I’m not driving this bus. Making it do what I want would be like talking someone out of a seizure.

You know, ” Naomi said, “if you’re looking at hundreds of people burning to death as a problem solving itself, that may be more evidence that you’re on wrong side.

Art allows us to die over and over without actually dying. Only we must catch our breath.

Those who have become vitarag (free from all worldly attachments), will have no intent of ownership (maliki bhav).

While we breathe, we will hope.

A time-tested political tactic guaranteed to raise a president's popularity rating by at least 30 points. It is especially useful during election years and economic downturns.

I think General Pershing was the most military figure I've ever seen.

You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.

I have never forgotten a picture that I ever made.

I started out making $4 for my first fight, but imagine paying $25,000 for a painting...look at me!

Steal five dollars and you're a common thief. Steal thousands and you're either the government or a hero.

If you do not bother to take the time to compose and to light properly, then you end up with something almost less than reality. You end up without the soul, the heart, the art of the moment.