It’s like coming home,” said Webster and he wasn’t talking to the dog. “It’s like you’ve been away for a long, long time and then you come home again. And it’s so long you don’t...

You still could go to some industry or some university or the government and if you could persuade them you had something on the ball—why, then, they might put up the cash after cutting themselves...

Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.

I can’t go back,” said Towser. “Nor I,” said Fowler. “They would turn me back into a dog,” said Towser. “And me,” said Fowler, “back into a man.