The Illustrated Man

"...space. So much space. I liked the idea of nothing on top, nothing on the bottom, and a lot of nothing in between, and me in the middle of the nothing <...> going to no particular night and no particular morning..."

~ No Particular Night or Morning

Too much of anything isn't good for anyone.

I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.

I won't shape what I do tomorrow by some lousy thing I did yesterday.

I'd like to know what a place is like when I'm not there. I'd like to be sure.

Memories, as my father once said, are porcupines.

- Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?
- I'd much rather recognize the inhuman in the human.

Drill says—he says in order to make a good fight you got to have a new way of surprising people. That way you win. And he says also you got to have help from your enemy.

We're all fools," said Clemens, "all the time. It's just we're a different kind each day. We think, I'm not a fool today. I've learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday but not this morning. Then tomorrow we find out that, yes, we were a fool today too. I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect and live accordingly.