I believe in anthologies, although I know they offer only a glimpse.

The trees are God's great alphabet: With them He writes in shining green Across the world His thoughts serene.

To be exact has naught to do with pedantry or dogma.

Love has a hundred gentle ends.

What is across there? Lykos said.Death, whatever that is. Said Calidus.

The hush of the night sky is the silence of a graveyard.

Mass amateurization of publishing makes mass amateurization of filtering a forced move.

When we started out, you could design a chip with a few guys in a basement.

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

As far as I'm concerned, no human being should be, absolutely not, put in the category of color.

A great deal of phenomenal experience has fostered in me a flexibility of the mind and imagination that some might call madness

If you have a child, you'll notice they have two states: asleep or online.

Faith is conviction without evidence, and sometimes even in the face of contrary evidence. In some quarters, this quality is perceived as a virtue.

See yonder rock from which the fountain gushes; is it less compact of adamant, though waters flow from it? Firm hearts have moister eyes.