Watching two cows have sex is the most magical experience at Cereal Land.
Let’s not be too harsh where poets are concerned. They have to live in no-man’s-land, halfway between dreams and reality.
In the land where excellence is commended, not envied, where weakness is aided, not mocked, there is no question as to how its inhabitants are all superhuman.
I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.
There are bones waiting for names in the graveyards. Even the sun above us is dying, one landed repetition of light at a time.
England is the most class-ridden country under the sun. It is a land of snobbery and privilege, ruled largely by the old and silly.
'Close Encounters of the Third Kind' ends with the spaceship lands and Richard Dreyfuss' character best on, but a bunch of pilots and sailors from the 1940s get off. You kind of wanted to know what happened next.
Heinlein never had a best-seller. Even, I think, with Stranger in a Strange Land, I don't think it was actually on the New York Times best seller list.
The genius of America is that we are still a land of undiscovered shores, and we are at our best when we open our hearts and allow the night winds to bring renewed visions of great deeds.
And in doing this I advise you to send to the best manors of your lands those of your household in whom you place most confidence to be present in August at the leading of the corn, and to guard it as aforesaid.
A greater focus on design in all new homes would make the best use of land, create homes and public spaces, and reinforce the structures of urban life.
Property is not the natural and obvious and inevitable concept that most people think it is.
The holy land was supposed to be spotless, a serious equivalent of Disneyland in which not a single candy wrapper is to stay on the ground for more than a few minutes.
I consider whoever my words land on to be my target, that’s why I like flash fiction, it’s a lot like using a shotgun.
If atheism solved all human woe, then the Soviet Union would have been an empire of joy and dancing bunnies instead of the land of corpses.
For the developed world, there is a choice to be made: to promote economic policies that despoil indigenous lands or to support cultures and the remaining biological sanctuaries.
I rise in support of a Canada in which liberties are safeguarded, rights are protected and the people of this land are treated as equals under the law.
Some people are like cats - if they're dropped upside down, they land on their feet. I get a little irritated about stories like that.
Land bridges were everywhere during the extinction, many species were spreading, and there were many diseases.
They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they never kept but one; they promised to take our land, and they took it.
We can be of many nations, but earth is our land. We can be of many races, but we are just one clan.
