Even if the Moon didn't exist - even if it had been vaporized billions of years ago by cantankerous Klingons - there would still be (somewhat lower) tides raised by the Sun. For creatures dependent on the oceans' ebb and flow, life could go on.

The people who make art their business are mostly imposters.

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.

I think in a way, you're doomed, once you can envision something. You're sort of doomed to make it happen. I've found that the moment I can envision leaving a relationship, that's usually the moment that the relationship starts to fall apart.

When we are planning for posterity, we ought to remember that virtue is not hereditary.