The older folks in town like to tell about the night Brett McGrew was born. They say the sky was clear and the moon was full, a moon that lay low on the horizon, big and round and orange, like a basketball. A giant basketball shining down on Stuckey.
–Airball: My Life in Briefs by L.D. Harkrader
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
-Arthur C. Clarke
I think the hard work of writing is just how long a book is terrible before it’s good.
If I’m honest, I have to tell you, I still read fairy tales and I like them best of all.