The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.

My dear, beautiful and imaginative things can be destroyed. Beauty and imagination cannot.

I suppose that the main drive is to find the edge of something and then throw myself over it.

Technology is always a two-edged sword. It will bring in many benefits, but also many disasters.

I suppose all fictional characters, especially in adventure or heroic fiction, at the end of the day are our dreams about ourselves. And sometimes they can be really revealing.

Equality and freedom are not luxuries to lightly cast aside. Without them, order cannot long endure before approaching depths beyond imagining.

Growing up in the Boroughs, I thought I must be the cleverest boy in the world, an illusion that I was able to maintain until I got to the grammar school.