I find the whole business of religion profoundly interesting. But it does mystify me that otherwise intelligent people take it seriously.

Why should I want to make anything up? Life's bad enough as it is without wanting to invent any more of it.

The system of life on this planet is so astoundingly complex that it was a long time before man even realized that it was a system at all and that it wasn't something that was just there.

Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

What is this? Some sort of galactic hyperhearse?

There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.

Ha, but my life is a box of wormgears.