Evolution can't be predicted, Julian used to tell me; it's a scattershot business; it fires, but it doesn't aim.

One doesn't have to understand in order to look. One has to look, in order to understand.

To capture the pawn, threaten the queen.

Is there any evidence to the contrary? I don't need certainty in order to act on a well-founded suspicion.

Do you want to tell the truth, or do you want to tell a story?

And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it.

Some pious men may find this truth unorthodox and bitter: But Nature, Chance, and Time ensure survival of the fitter!