I mean, after all, you have to consider we're only made out of dust. That's admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn't forget that. But even considering, I mean it's sort of a bad beginning, we're not doing too bad. So I personally have faith that even in this lousy situation we're faced with we can make it. You get me?

Giving me a a new idea is like handing a cretin a gun, but I do thank you anyhow, bang bang.

Death hides within every religion. And at any time it can flash forth-not with healing in its wings but with poison, with that which wounds.

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.

The tragedy in his life already existed. To love an atmospheric spirit. That was the real sorrow. Hopelessness itself. Nowhere on the printed page, nowhere in the annals of man, would her name appear: no local habitation, no name. There are girls like that, he thought, and those you love most, the ones where there is no hope because it has eluded you at the very moment you close your hands around it.

I love you,' Rachael said. 'If I entered a room and found a sofa covered with your hide I'd score very high on the Voigt-Kampff test.

The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.