The human organism is built for tension and relaxation, work and sleep. The principle of life is rhythm.

Gravity disappears again, and we rise up off the floor like spooks from a grave. It's like the Rapture in here every thirty seconds.

Every mode of travel has its signature mental aberration.

Borman's dumping urine. Urine [in] approximately one minute." Two lines further along, we see Lovell saying, "What a sight to behold!

No one goes out to play anymore. Simulation is becoming reality.

Start from where you are. Empower yourself. Adjust habits. Triumph over those habits -- this is how we EAT folks! This is how it's done!

That was how she felt. Like a petal clinging to its stem, hopeful of staying, fearful of being cast away.

I postpone death by living by suffering by error by risking by giving by losing.

Happiness isn't a fortune in a cookie. It's deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.

There was a desire to see me being nasty and horrible, and of course that's not really me

It's a wonderful world. It may destroy itself but you'll be able to watch it all on TV.

It's nice not to have to worry about constituents.

It is a nice thing to be working and believing in my work again. I hope I can keep the drive. I only feel whole and well when it is this way.

It doesn't really matter what "genre" your book is. What matters is that it's a good book of its kind. Whatever that kind may be.

Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.