A scientist ought to have a healthy disregard for coincidences.

There was an omnipresent sense of crisis.

What was life worth, anyway, if you had to sit around remembering not to mention this, that, and the other thing because someone else might be upset?

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

A scientist ought to have a healthy disregard for coincidences.

Devils may be nothing but beings intent on their purpose, which now happens to collide with yours.

Ningauble shrugged. You're a hero. You should know.