Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need.

Oh darkness$$$ I feel like letting go.

The past had shown him many times that the future would be its own solution.

Perhaps the greatest reading pleasure has an element of self-annihilation. To be so engrossed that you barely know you exist.

It's like if you're an astronaut and you've been to the moon$$$ what do you want to do with the rest of your life?

You can date the evolving life of a mind$$$ like the age of a tree$$$ by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk.

War was always here. Before man was$$$ war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people.