“We are star stuff harvesting sunlight.”
“We are all star stuff.”
“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.”
“We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.”
“The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.”
“Sunlight is bad,' he wheezes. 'It's the exact same stuff as breeds maggots in wounded soldiers' legs. And when there's no war on, it fades wallpaper.”