I can get pissed off very easily.

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.

All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.

He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet’s intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.

When you sleep, your dream world is as real to you as life, isn’t it?

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.