Anything That Happens, Happens.

In Moments Of Great Stress, Every Life Form That Exists Gives Out A Tiny Subliminal Signal.

He Sniggered. He Didn't Like To Think Of Himself As The Sort Of Person Who Giggled Or Sniggered, But He Had To Admit That He Had Been Giggling And Sniggering Almost Continuously For Well Over Half An Hour Now.

This Planet Has - Or Rather Had - A Problem, Which Was This: Most Of The People Living On It Were Unhappy For Pretty Much Of The Time. Many Solutions Were Suggested For This Problem, But Most Of These Were Largely Concerned With The Movement Of Small Green Pieces Of Paper, Which Was Odd Because On The Whole It Wasn't The Small Green Pieces Of Paper That Were Unhappy.

I Think The Idea Of Art Kills Creativity.

The Simple Truth Is That Interstellar Distances Will Not Fit Into The Human Imagination.