Back in our apartment, lights out, The Professor emerged from beneath the bed." - from "The Professor Spends the Night, " in issue 4 of Literary Orphans

The mind never has anything new to say-all it knows is of the past.

Take a scientific fact or theory, add a futuristic or other-worldly setting, stir in an imaginative plot and fascinating characters, and a science fiction novel emerges from the cosmic mix.

One is nearer God's heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth.

Building a portfolio around index funds isn’t really settling for the average. It’s just refusing to believe in magic.

I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.

Scientists in California have discovered a chemical in the brain that causes use of Windows in otherwise normal human beings. It's called alcohol.

Painting is a very difficult thing. It absorbs the whole man, body and soul, thus have I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.

I consider what I write to be literature. I choose the words carefully.

I love going to movies. It's just big, it takes you away, you can escape into it.

Geography has no bearing on it, nor have the interests of the community in which I work.