Time is not a road - it is a room.
The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?
Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.
He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion. A thick round wall of glass.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
You come to the United States not knowing what to expect. Then all your worst prejudices are confirmed.