The library will endure; it is the universe... We walk the corridors, searching the shelves and rearranging them, looking for lines of meaning amid leagues of cacophony and incoherence, reading the history of the past and of the future, collecting our thoughts and collecting the thoughts of others, and every so often glimpsing mirrors, in which we may recognize creatures of the information.

Vengeful conquerors burn books as if the enemy's souls reside there, too.

Running for president is the new selfie.

It sometimes seems as if curbing entropy is our quixotic purpose in this universe.

It is not the amount of knowledge that makes a brain. It is not even the distribution of knowledge. It is the interconnectedness.

Thinking about language, while thinking _in_ language, leads to puzzles and paradoxes.

The alternative to doubt is authority, against which science had fought for centuries.