No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process of entropy. It is the ultimate fate of everything, and everything resists it.

We are in a maze which we built, and then we fell into, now can't get out. To make the game into something real, something more than merely an intellectual exercise, we elected to lose our exceptional faculties, to reduce us an entire level. This unfortunately, includes a loss of memory.

"Do you have information that there's an android in the cast? I'd be glad to help you, and if I were an android would I be glad to help you?" "An android," he said, "doesn't care what happens to another android. That's one of the indications we look for." "Then," Miss Luft said, "you must be an android."

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.

There are no private lives. This a most important aspect of modern life. That one of the biggest transformations we have seen in human life in our society is the diminution of the sphere of the private. That we must reasonably now all regard the fact that there are no secrets and nothing is private. Everything is public.

Madness has its own dynamism. It just goes on.

In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real.