I'd take the awe of understanding over the awe of ignorance any day.

The idea was fantastically, wildly improbable. But like most fantastically, wildly improbable ideas it was at least as worthy of consideration as a more mundane one to which the facts had been strenuously bent to fit.

To boldly split infinitives that no man had split before.

He inched his way up the corridor as if he would rather be yarding his way down it, which was true.

There is no point in using the word 'impossible' to describe something that has clearly happened.

Generally, old media don't die. They just have to grow old gracefully. Guess what, we still have stone masons. They haven't been the primary purveyors of the written word for a while now of course, but they still have a role because you wouldn't want a TV screen on your headstone.

He was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher... or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.