The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow pizza.

The impossible often has a kind of integrity which the merely improbable lacks.

We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.

There was one planet off in the seventh dimension that got used as a ball in a game of intergalactic bar billiards. Got potted straight into a black hole.

Let us be dreamers, thinkers, speculative philosophers, or as our spouses would have it: Idiots

The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why, and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question 'How can we eat?' the second by the question 'Why do we eat?' and the third by the question 'Where shall we have lunch?