Much of what we see in the universe ... starts out as imaginary. Often you must imagine something before you can come to terms with it.

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.

I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.

You still could go to some industry or some university or the government and if you could persuade them you had something on the ball—why, then, they might put up the cash after cutting themselves in on just about all of the profits. And, naturally, they'd run the show because it was their money and all you had done was the sweating and the bleeding.

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

The chain of life runs smoothly from one generation to the next and none of the links stand out except here and there a link one sees by accident.