There was always something new to be seen in the unchanging night sky. - Fritz Leiber

You know, all insanity is a form of artistic expression, I often think. Only the person has nothing but himself to work with—he can’t get at outside materials to manipulate them—so he puts all his art into his behavior.

Sometimes I wonder if our memories are as good as we think they are and if the whole past wasn’t once entirely different from anything we remember, and we’ve forgotten that we forgot.

It was always worth everything to get away by himself, climb a bit, and study the heavens.