Is there nothing I have done which will outlive me, other than the opprobrium of my first wife and sons and grandchildren? Do I care? Doesn't everybody? Poor me. Poor practically everybody, with so little durable good to leave behind!

Generally speaking, espionage offers each spy an opportunity to go crazy in a way he finds irresistible.

Never trust a survivor until you know how they survived.

If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.

Since Alice had never received any religious instruction, and since she had led a blameless life, she never thought of her awful luck as being anything but accidents in a very busy place. Good for her.

Thinking doesn't seem to help very much. The human brain is too high-powered to have many practical uses in this particular universe.