History is a wave that moves through time slightly faster than we do.

The vaunted experience of age was perhaps only a matter of wounds and scarring -- that young minds to old minds might be as young bodies to old bodies: stronger, more vital, less twisted by damage.

Beauty was the promise of happiness, not happiness itself; and the anticipated world was often more rich than anything real.

When some French were assembling an encyclopedia of paranormal experiences, they decided to leave déjà vu out, because it was so common it could not be considered paranormal.

Easier to destroy the world than to change capitalism even one little bit.

History was like some vast thing that was always over the tight horizon, invisible except in its effects. It was what happened when you weren't looking -- an unknowable infinity of events, which although out of control, controlled everything.

Science was many things, Nadia thought, including a weapon with which to hit other scientists.