Men and the world are mutually toxic to each other.

The Logos was both that which thought, and the thing which it thought: thinker and thought together. The universe, then, is thinker and thought, and since we are part of it, we as humans are, in the final analysis, thoughts of and thinkers of those thoughts.

What is possible and what is not possible is not objectively known but is, rather, a subjective belief on the part of the author and of the reader.

Maybe I'll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place where no living thing would go. Not unless it felt that the end had come.

Skill is a function of chance. It’s an intuitive best-use of chance situations.

You mean old books?" "Stories written before space travel but about space travel." "How could there have been stories about space travel before --" "The writers," Pris said, "made it up.

How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.