Americans need bullshit the way koala bears need eucalyptus leaves. They've become totally addicted to it. They get so much of it back home that they can't survive without it.

Heroes betray us. By having them, in real life, we betray ourselves.

It is almost impossible to have a baseless snobbish opinion of the General Theory of Relativity.

The past is a script we are constantly rewriting.

Our scientific advances will be merely obscene unless they help the large part of our world's population emerge from miserable uncertainty and debilitating terror.

By means of our myths and legends we maintain a sense of what we are worth and who we are. Without them we should undoubtedly go mad.

Destiny's Champion, Fate's fool. Eternity's Soldier, Time's Tool.