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

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.

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

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

Average people seldom talked about anything interesting and often hurt each other savagely.

I believed there were no Hypotheticals in the sense of consciously acting agents - conscious entities. There was only the process. The needles of evolution, endlessly knitting.

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