That was a day that taught me the meaning of abject failure.

From the stars we come, to the stars we go. Life is but a journey into the unknown.

Ordinary folk prefer familiar tastes - they'd sooner eat the same things all the time - but a gourmet would sample a fried park bench just to know how it tastes.

For some miracles can only occur in the dark.

Wednesdays were the best thing about Atlantis. The middle of the week was a traditional holiday there. Everyone stopped work and celebrated the fact that half the week was over.

No one who writes a good book is really dead.

Someone with an obsession for arranging things in alphabetical order was an abcedist, whereas someone with an obsession for arranging them in reverse alphabetical order was a zyxedist.

If flatness were funny, a dinner plate would be hilarious.

Anyone can write. Some people can write a bit better than others; they're called authors. Then there are some who can write better than authors; they're called artists.

Life is too precious to be left to chance

Stealing from one author is plagiarism; from many authors, research.

You hate him for turning you inside of yourself. You are still getting used to looking at your body in the light.

What is necessary is never a risk.

Our purpose in this project is to begin to turn that fear of cancer, actually America's greatest fear, into a future, not only free of fear, but full of hope.

And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.

Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.

I, Galileo, son of the late Vicenzo Galilei, swear that I never said that the prime numbers are useless. What I said was that you cannot count lunar craters by counting 2, 3, 5, 7.

our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

The main thing is that the 'C' is silent, so it kind of starts with a 'Z.' Z-O-O-K-RIE. It's Ukrainian, on my dad's side.

We can proceed according to the planned itinerary, strenuously trying to make life conform to our needs, or we can adapt to whatever we meet and flow without effort.

We live in a world of intolerance masked as tolerance.