What we cannot remember, we must rediscover.

There's no point living if you can't, at least occasionally, live.

Does it strike you, Mr. Keller, that we live every day in the science fiction of our youth?

It was the kind of experience, Molly said, that would grow calluses on an angel's ass.

Ah, books." Ziegler, smiling, came up behind me. "They bob like corks on an ocean. Float between worlds, messages in bottles.

Along with a dozen other students I had dissected a human cadaver and sorted its contents by size, color, function, and weight. There was nothing pleasant about the experience. Its only consolation was its truth and its only virtue was its utility.

I suppose every decade gets the music it deserves.