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"...when you already come dangerously close to being perceived as an iguana, it is ill-advised to wear ponchos made of greenish tile."

"Wildly the winging
War birds, flying
wake the winter-dead
wish for the sea-road.
Sweetheart, they summon me,
singing of flowers:
fair for the faring.
Farewell, I love you."

--Poul Anderson

"Is Someone Selling Your Dissertation Without Your Permission?"

"Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together." --Ray Bradbury

Life in the Bushes