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.

The more I think about our species the more I think we just do stuff and make up explanations later when asked. But it's not true that I would rather write than read. I would rather read than write. To be honest I would rather hang upside down in a bucket than write.

There was a terribly ghastly silence. There was a terribly ghastly noise. There was a terribly ghastly silence.

Here, for whatever reason, is the world. And here it stays. With me on it.

You live and learn. At any rate, you live.

The hardest assumption to challenge is the one you don't even know you are making.

"Would you like to see the menu?" he said. "Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?" [...] "Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?"