My problem with new writers is that it takes me five or six years to memorise the right names.

The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum.

Anything you don't understand is dangerous until you do understand it.

If one must explain a magic trick, one should do so after the show is over.

Fear is the brother of hate.

One mark of a good officer, he remembered, was the ability to make quick decisions. If they happen to be right, so much the better.

There were timelines branching and branching, a mega-universe of universes, millions more every minute. Billions? Trillions? The universe split every time someone made a decision. Split, so that every decision ever made could go both ways. Every choice made by every man, woman, and child was reversed in the universe next door.