The world is what it is and won't be bargained with.

You never stop being a parent, Adam, no matter how old or wise your child becomes you'll see.

We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.

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

These movies belonged to the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries that period of great, unsustainable, and hedonistic prosperity, driven by the burning of Earth's reserves of perishable oil, which culminated in the False Tribulation, and the wars, and the plagues, and the painful dwindling of inflated populations to more reasonable numbers.

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

The world is what it is and won't be bargained with.