Losing our ignorance can be dangerous because our ignorance is a shield.

Fate and victory shift ... now this way, now that way -- like a line of unarmored men under a hail of enemy arrows.

His imagination was always more real than the reality of daily life.

No book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned.

It occurs to me that our survival may depend upon our talking to one another.

Human beings have only that confusing mass of chemically driven neurological storage to rely on. They're all subjective and emotion-tinged. How can they trust any of their memories?

Books ... were merely nodes in a near-infinite matrix of information that exists in four dimensions, evolving toward the idea of the concept of the approximation of the shadow of Truth vertically through time as well as longitudinally through knowledge.