Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.

Empathy, he once had decided, must be limited to herbivores or anyhow omnivores who could depart from a meat diet. Because,ultimately, the empathic gift blurred the boundaries between hunter and victim, between the successful and the defeated.

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.

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

Either I've invented a whole new logic or, ahem, I'm not playing with a full deck.

Dilemma of civilized man; body mobilized, but danger obscure.

Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over the loss of something, something alive. A man can cry over a sick animal that he knows won't make it. The death of a child: a man can cry for that. But not because things are sad. A man, he thought, cries not for the future or the past but for the present.