In The End, The Work Of Diplomats

One Of Life's Joys Was To Have Friends Who Gave You Reality Checks...who Would Call You On Your Crap Before It Rose So High You Drowned In It.

Science Fiction Is The Jazz Of Literature.

It Is A Paradox Of Life That All Species Breed Past Mere Replacement. Any Paradise Of Plenty Soon Fills To Become Paradise No More.

The Three Basic Material Rights -- Continuity, Mutual Obligation, And The Pursuit Of Happiness.

The Sane Are Usually Attracted By Other Things Than Power.