It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.

I don't believe in providence and fate, as a technologist I am used to reckoning with the formulae of probability.

Travelling, gentlemen, is medieval, today we have means of communication, not to speak of tomorrow and the day after, means of communication that bring the world into our homes, to travel from one place to another is atavistic.

My greatest fear: repetition.

Finished things cease to be a shelter for the spirit; but work in progress is a delight.

There are all sorts of ways of murdering a person or at least his soul, and that's something no police in the world can spot.

Our guilt has its uses. It justifies much in the lives of others.