Most of us sleepwalk through our lives. We take all its glories, its wine, food, love, and friendship, its sunsets and its stars, its poetry and fireplaces and laughter, for granted. We forget that experience is not, or should not be, a casual encounter, but rather an embrace. Consequently, for too many of us, when we come to the end, we wonder where the years have gone. And we suspect we have not lived.

If you're paying attention to your wardrobe, Rudy believed, your mind isn't sufficiently occupied.

Of course, they (i. e., demons) had always been observed with some regularity, but that could usually be ascribed to an overabundance of piety or wine or imagination. Take your pick.

Truth, beaten down, may well rise again. But there's a reason it gets beaten down. Usually, we don't like it very much.

Boundaries have no existence save on charts or in small minds. Nature does not draw lines.

But, come to think of it, there was no need to wait. Time travelers don't have to wait for anybody.

It is not faith per se that creates the problem; it is conviction, the notion that one cannot be wrong, that opposing views are necessarily invalid and may even be intolerable.