A cup of tea would restore my normality.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I'd far rather be happy than right any day.

He was constantly reminded of how startlingly different a place the world was when viewed from a point only three feet to the left.

Imagine" he said, "never even thinking, 'We are alone,' simply because it has never occurred to you to think that there's any other way to be.

Nobody likes a whistler, particularly not the divinity that shapes our ends.

He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.