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.

I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.

The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice.

Reality is the page. Life is the word.

I think we think in terms of stories.

Courage is the highest quality for a soldier, but technology is a fine substitute.

Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime