The Martian Chronicles

by Ray Bradbury

Marriage made people old and familiar, while still young.

They blended religion and art and science because, at base, science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle.

And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness,

In the dark theaters, gum under the many seats began to harden with tooth impressions still in it.