You must be crazy, after all, if a bird loves you.
Good books are about everything.
History chews up sexually uncertain boys, and spits us out as recycled, generic greeting cards for lonely old men.
We made this stupid rule and this stupid rule. Boys are not allowed to love each other. Then we painted a bison on the wall.
There is something inside all boys that drives us to go away again and again and again.
Coffee is a girl who never tells a boy no.
You could never get in a book. Good books are always about everything.
I love how, whenever you tell me a story, you go backwards and forwards and tell me everything else that could possibly be happening in every direction, like an explosion. Like a flower blooming.
History shows that an examination of the personal collection of titles in any man’s library will provide something of a glimpse into his soul.
Worry and regret are both useless weights that provide no drag. They never did anything to slow down the planet for one goddamned second.
It was so pleasant, chaotic, emotionless, nameless-everything vibrating so beautifully in the universe without words.
Had (President) Kennedy turned to his advisers and wailed, "What can we beat the Russians at?" and if someone had cried "Backgammon!" at that point, Apollo would never have happened.
When I review my travels among the astronauts, my mind's eye goes first to the Houston shopping mall where Alan Bean sat for hours after returning from space, just eating ice cream and watching the people swirl around him, enraptured by the simple ye...
Was Apollo worth all the effort and expense? If it had been about the Moon, the answer would be no, but it wasn't, it was about the Earth. The answer is yes. The only thing I can't see in all this is a rationale for going back. Unless we could find a...
Apollo has something to teach us as we enter a new century of genetic modification, artificial intelligence, nanotechnology. It's a cautionary tale about that most fundamentally human of human tragedies .. wanting something so badly that you end up d...
A world between my fingers.
I am going to build something big for you.
It's no wonder I became a monster, too.
But Jack doesn't cry. .
Not a very pretty world, is it?" "Which one?
