Madness, like small fish, runs in hosts, in vast numbers of instances.

When he turned on the tape-transport once more, Arctor was saying, "-- as near as I can figure out, God is dead." Luckman answered, "I didn't know He was sick.

Are we to assist it in gaining power in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?

Activity does not necessarily mean life. Quasars are active. And a monk meditating is not inanimate.

Each of us assumes everyone else knows what he is doing. They all assume we know what we are doing. We don't.

I became educated to the fact that the greatest pain does not come zooming down from a distant planet, but from the depths of the heart. Of course, both could happen; your wife and child could leave you, and you could be sitting alone in your empty house with nothing to live for, and in addition the Martians could bore through the roof and get you.

The will to believe chases out the rational mind, whenever and wherever the two come into conflict.