People have told me that everything about me, every facet of my life, psyche, experiences, dreams, and fears, are laid out explicitly in my writing, that from the corpus of my work I can be absolutely and precisely inferred. This is true.

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

...the essence of the evil government is that it anticipates bad conduct on the part of its citizens. Any government which assumes that the population is going to do something evil has already lost its franchise to govern.

There was a beauty in the trash of the alleys which I had never noticed before; my vision seemed sharpened, rather than impaired. As I walked along it seemed to me that the flattened beer cans and papers and weeds and junk mail had been arranged by the wind into patterns; these patterns, when I scrutinized them, lay distributed so as to comprise a visual language.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

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

Upon him the contempt of three planets descended.