We sat around on a hotel balcony with a bottle of wine and tried to figure out how you would go about blowing up a planet. Thats the kind of conversations science fiction writers have when they get together. We dont talk about football or anything like that. – Kevin J. Anderson
May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand. – Irish Blessing
Laughter — An interior convulsion, producing a distortion of the features and accompanied by inarticulate noises. It is infectious and, though intermittent, incurable. – Ambrose Bierce
