"Gun-wielding recluse gunned down by local police" isn't the epitaph I want. I am hoping for "Witnesses reported the sound up to two hundred kilometers away" or "Last body part finally located".

After enough concussions the head injuries blur together.

You may have trouble getting permission to aero or lithobrake asteroids on Earth.

I believe that I have now experienced the lifetime maximum exposure to bottom spanking in fantasy novels.

[Elizabeth Moon's] antagonists are always evil moustache-twirlers. She could write a book about a golf open and the main rival to the hero would turn out to have clubs made from compressed kittens.

english doesn't borrow from other languages. english follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.

Never bring a gun to a fight where the other guy has a time-machine and tomorrow's newspapers.

I can't help but notice that everytime I fly somewhere, other people's planes fall out of the sky.

Most of my scars are not fire-related and I no longer say "I know what I am doing" at critical moments.

Deadly nightshade is the only plant I have ever been able to get to grow for me.

It's bad to wake up and see a large cat in mid-leap from the rough vicinity of the ceiling.

Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer, life imitates art.

A man becomes Mahadev only when he fights for good.

Nemo enim est tam senex qui se annum non putet posse vivere.(No one is so old as to think that he cannot live one more year.)

My name is Alexei Yuri Gagarin Siege of Stalingrad Glorious Five Year Plan Sputnik Tractor Moscow Dynamo Back Four Balowski. Me Dad was a bit of a Communist, know what I mean?

You know, the streets are filled with vipers Who've lost all ray of hope You know, it ain't even safe no more In the palace of the Pope

Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.

It's something that I've always loved to do and it's been such a genuine expression for me.

Without knowing myself, I have no real basis for thinking.

I'm no angel, but I'm no Bo-Beep either.

I'm not an optimist. I'm a realist. And my reality is that we live in a multifaceted, multicultural world. And maybe once we stop labeling ourselves, then maybe everyone else will.