Bill

“Heaven is not as narrowly literal-minded as hell.”
― Poul Anderson, Operation Chaos

“They played, not beautifully but deep, ignoring their often discordant strings and striking right into the heart of the music they knew best, the true notes acting as their milestones. On the poop above their heads, where the weary helmsmen tended the new steering-oar and Babbington stood at the con, the men listened intently; it was the first sound of human life that they had heard, apart from the brief Christmas merriment, for a time they could scarcely measure.”
― Patrick O'Brian, Desolation Island

“Oh God, for a few who will love me in tiny ways every single day of my flashing existence. For a mere one or two who will treat me like the trash I am, who will love the smell of garbage and rummage through the bin of my failings to find the wrapped cheeseburger they can do without but consider long enough to get their taste buds used to the idea.
Oh for a melodious tongue to sing me a song about french fries.”
― Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations

“There is no time for fear. It's much too interesting.”
― Cordwainer Smith, The Rediscovery of Man