Specialized meaninglessness has come to be regarded, in certain circles, as a kind of hallmark of true science.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Wild inside; raging, writhing—yes, "writhing" was the word, writhing with desire. But outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly—baa, baa, baa.

Man approaches the unattainable truth through a succession of errors.

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

The snapshots had become almost as dim as memories.

In life, man proposes, God disposes.