No one really starts anything new, Mrs. Nemur. Everyone builds on other men's failures. There is nothing really original in science. What each man contributes to the sum of knowledge is what counts.

Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed. A short while ago I foolishly thought I could learn everything - all the knowledge in the world. Now I hope only to be able to know of its existence, and to understand one grain of it. Is there time?

The path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being--one of many ways--and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.

I may not have all the time I thought I had.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.

So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop.