In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.

What kind of Dv would it take to escape history, to escape an inertia that powerful, and carve a new course? The hardest part is leaving Earth behind.

We’ll all say that. We’ll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it’s all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we’ll be here, and we’ll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

The only part of an argument that really matters is what we think of the people arguing.

Reincarnation is a story we tell; then in the end it's the story itself that is the reincarnation.

An excess of reason is itself a form of madness

Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder