When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

Utopias are boring. Distopias on the other hand, are interesting.

We are born by accident into a purely random universe.

Having lost our present and our future, we had of necessity to bend all our endeavors to the past, which no one could take from us if only we were vigilant enough.

Unacceptable, maybe. But not unthinkable. Nothing's unthinkable once somebody's thought it.

The denizens of Citizens Service Houses are not, as a rule, gifted with a lot of common sense, but they often make up for that by being extremely argumentative and vindictive.