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.

Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new.

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.

Human has always striven to retain the past, to keep it convincing; there's nothing wicked in that. Without it we have no continuity; we have only the moment. And, deprived of the past, the moment - the present - has little meaning, if any.

When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.

Don't never participate in no bad scenes, he reminded himself; that was his motto in life.