One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.

I have always unswervingly held, that God, in our civilizing world, manifests Himself not in the miracles of biblical age, but in progress. It is progress that leads humanity up the ladder towards the God-head. No Jacob's ladder this, no, but rather Civilization's Ladder, if you will.

How could I know a famished heart will eat its mind? Can kill its body?

When I think about it, I'm happily bewildered that people will preorder my books They'll preorder me. What a lucky guy!

Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms around the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.

I'm not a great deep political thinker.

To fool a judge, feign fascination, but to bamboozle the whole court, feign boredom.