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

From this new point of view, the universe I had inhabited became an object I could perceive in its entirety. It was a hypersphere embedded in a cloud of alternative states - the sum of all possible quantum trajectories from the big bang to the decay of matter. "Reality" - history as we had known or inferred it - was only the most likely of these possible trajectories. There were countless others, real in a different sense: a vast but finite set of paths not taken, a ghostly forest of quantum alternatives, the shores of an unknown sea.

The Mysteries are the Mysteries, and ultimately personal maybe the most personal thing in the universe. Evangelism, in my opinion, is a failure of the imagination. Beware of prophets: the best visions are the ones they leave in the desert.

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

There's no drug that'll make a stupid man smart.

Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere.

I understand so very little. But I am not afraid to look: I am a good observer at last. My eyes are open, and I am not afraid.