The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.

The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become--and such lucidity is a form of joy.

There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.

Why look any further if you've discovered complete satisfaction.

The wonder is what you can make a paradise out of.

Anger can be borne - it can even be satisfying - if it can gather into words and explode in a storm, or a rapier-sharp attack. But without these means of ventilation, it only turns back inward, building and swirling like a head of stream - building to an impotent, murderous rage.