Science devises ever bloodier means of war until humanity's powers of destruction overcome our powers of creation and our civilisation drives itself to extinction.

...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.

If I want to act relaxed, it's going to take all my cunning, skill, and concentration.

Time is the speed at which the past decays.

I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.

A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.

Trees're always a relief, after people.