From the stars we come, to the stars we go. Life is but a journey into the unknown.

Ordinary folk prefer familiar tastes - they'd sooner eat the same things all the time - but a gourmet would sample a fried park bench just to know how it tastes.

For some miracles can only occur in the dark.

Wednesdays were the best thing about Atlantis. The middle of the week was a traditional holiday there. Everyone stopped work and celebrated the fact that half the week was over.

No one who writes a good book is really dead.

Someone with an obsession for arranging things in alphabetical order was an abcedist, whereas someone with an obsession for arranging them in reverse alphabetical order was a zyxedist.

If flatness were funny, a dinner plate would be hilarious.

Anyone can write. Some people can write a bit better than others; they're called authors. Then there are some who can write better than authors; they're called artists.

Life is too precious to be left to chance

Stealing from one author is plagiarism; from many authors, research.

never trust a Troglotroll

Go wherever the narrow way passes. If possible, go wherever there seems to be no way and create a way.

Don't feel moments in a life, feel lives in a moment

It is when you are angry that you must watch how you talk.

Men are not free when they're doing just what they like. Men are only free when they're doing what the deepest self likes. And there is getting down to the deepest self! It takes some diving.

There are no musically untalented people.

Well, you know, Hubbard had a bunch of people sworn to commit suicide when he died. So of course he never officially died.

I want to get out of the major opera houses.

My fatal flaw is hubris. The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches? No, seaweed brain. That's hummus. Hubris is worse. What could be worse than hummus?

Some people do need to be held to account because some of the conduct is so widely at odds with our values. But making an example out of a few people would be a disservice.

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, / They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed.