My reluctance to use alien invasion is due to the feeling that we are not likely to be invaded and taken over.

We said, there's another second gone, there's another minute and another hour and another day, when, as a matter of fact the second or the minute or the hour was never gone. It was the same one all the time. It had just moved along and we had moved with it.

And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past - except there was no future and no past, but an infinite number of brackets, extending either way, each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe.

Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.

This is the very center of everything there is. A huge black hole eating up the galaxy. The end of everything.

These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.

There is a plan, it seems to me, that reaches out of the electron to the rim of the universe and what this plan may be or how it came about is beyond my feeble intellect. But if we are looking for something on which to pin our faith- and, indeed, our hope- the plan might well be it. I think we have thought too small and have been too afraid.