We're free out here, really free for the first time. We're floating, literally. Gravity can't bow our backs or break our arches or tame our ideas. You know, it's only out here that stupid people like us can really think. The weightlessness gets our thoughts and we can sort them. Ideas grow out here like nowhere else - it's the right environment for them. Anyone can get into space, if he wants to hard enough. The ticket is a dream.

Nations are as equal as so many madmen or drunkards.

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

There was an omnipresent sense of crisis.

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.

The gods spend the wealth the universe gathers, they scan the wonders and fling them to nothingness. That's why they're the gods! I told you they were devils.