Without the library, you have no civilization. - Ray Bradbury

You’re a has-been that never was. And you’re going to stay that way, spoiled and narcissistic and small and mean and rotten.

"Kerosene," he said, because the silence had lengthened, "is nothing but perfume to me."

Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action? How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever.