Paul Levinson has outdone himself: The Plot to Save Socrates is a philosophically rich gem full of big ideas and wonderful time-travel tricks.

Secrecy was the problem; transparency the obvious cure.

Do you think it's possible that things that seem to be discrete in three dimensions might all be part of the same bigger object in four dimensions? ...What if humanity- that collective noun we so often employ- really is, at a higher level, a singular noun? What it what we perceive in three dimensions as seven billion individual human beings are really all just aspects of one giant being?

A science fiction writer should try to combine the intimately human with the grandly cosmic.

The right things to do are those that keep our violence in abeyance; the wrong things are those that bring it to the fore.

Honor does not have to be defended.

Not wanting to die was another universal constant, it seemed.