Pain and darkness have been our lot since the Fall of Man. But there must be some hope that we can rise to a higher level ... that consciousness can evolve to a plane more benevolent than its counterpoint of a universe hardwired to indifference.

The pack of media brayed and bellowed outside the house for seven weeks. Sol realized then what he had known and forgotten about very small communities: they were frequently annoying, always parochial, sometimes prying on a one-to-one level, but never had they subscribed to the vicious legacy of the so-called "public's right to know".

In the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love.

How could anyone stay sane with entire lifetimes stored in one human mind?

Lovemaking seems all too absurd when described.

If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include the truth of contact or be forever hollow.

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