Way Station

by Clifford D. Simak

There was something covering this house which made it slick and smooth—so

He’s an anachronism, something living from another age.

very few came back. By far the greater part of them were just passing through.

don’t matter much what any of us are, just so we get along with one another.

“Of all the drinks that I have drank on all the planets I have visited, the coffee is the best.”

“But why?” “Because,” Ulysses said, “we are a traveling people. We need a travel station here.

No one on the Earth can buy a ticket

“I think,” said David, “that the time has come to say what we really are. That we are illusion.

I gained the impression of a three-dimensional symphony, although this is not entirely the right expression,

They had helped him learn the Vegan language