. . . but the Universe is an awfully big place. There is room enough for an awful lot of people to be right about things and still not agree.

That is the first thing I know for sure: (1.) If the questions don't make sense, neither will the answers.

I never asked to be born in the first place.

Trout, incidentally, had written a book about a money tree. It had twenty-dollar bills for leaves. Its flowers were government bonds. Its fruit was diamonds. It attracted human beings who killed each other around the roots and made very good fertilizer.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

If I were a physics teacher or a science teacher, it'd be on my mind all the time as how the hell we really got this way. It's a perfectly natural human thought and, okay, if you go into the science class you can't think this. Well, alright, as soon as you leave you can start thinking about it again without giving aid and comfort to the lunatic fringe of the Christian religion.

Beware of "grandfalloons" and "foma". A "grandfalloon" is a proud and meaningless association of human beings. "Foma" are harmless truths intended to comfort simple souls.