There are vampires and vampires, and not all of them suck blood.

The dark dangerous forest is still there, my friends. Beyond the space of the astronauts and the astronomers, beyond the dark, tangled regions of Freudian and Jungian psychiatry, beyond the dubious psi-realms of Dr. Rhine, beyond the areas policed by the commissars and priests and motivations-research men, far, far beyond the mad, beat, half-hysterical laughter... the utterly unknown still is and the eerie and ghostly lurk, as much wrapped in mystery as ever.

I abominate any organization that denies cats are people!

Of course, if you assume a big enough conspiracy, you can explain anything, including the cosmos itself.

Not for the first time Richard reflected that this age's vaunted 'communications industry' had chiefly provided people and nations with the means of frightening to death and simultaneously boring to extinction themselves and each other.

What do you care? You always liked loneliness better than you liked people. No offence liking yourself's the beginning of all love.

Things are different from what I thought. They're much worse.