Society is based on discontent: people wanting more and more and more, being continually dissatisfied with their homes, their bodies, their decor, their clothes, everything.

Law is error, you see. It's an attempt to write down a lot of things everyone ought to know anyway.

Nowhere have I ever heard of Satan taking the form of an avuncular hippie. No doubt he could. It just seems inefficient.

And don't tell me the end justifies the means because it doesn't. We never reach the end. All we ever get is means. That's what we live with.

The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster.

Children, bored and opinionated, are scholars of the most dogmatic stripe.

It's not that any sufficiently advanced technology is magic, it's that any technology taking place beyond the threshold of our senses is.