Part fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

In a vacuum all photons travel at the same speed. They slow down when travelling through air or water or glass. Photons of different energies are slowed down at different rates. If Tolstoy had known this, would he have recognised the terrible untruth at the beginning of Anna Karenina? 'All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own particular way.' In fact it's the other way around. Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalisation. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

Happy ending are only a pause. There are three kinds of big endings: Revenge. Tragedy. Forgiveness. Revenge and Tragedy often happen together. Forgiveness redeems the past. Forgiveness unblocks the future.

With animal behavior, they're all fine until you introduce some rogue element into the cage, and then they go crazy.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

It may be that you are settled in another place it may be that you are happy but the one who took your heart wields final power.