Not only does God play dice with the world He does not let us see what He has rolled.

I have to admit that he was not bad at combinatorial analysis - a branch, however, that even then I considered to be dried up.

Practically all SF is trash.

There is only one positive role of the Nobel prize--it creates some common way to understand a writer. I cannot say, that I like this situation, but that's the way it goes. The books are being born and then walk around the world, just as children do.

Cripple God, who always desires more than he's able to have, and doesn't always realize this to begin with. Who has built clocks, but not the time that they measure. Has built systems or mechanisms that serve particular purposes, but they too have outgrown these purposes and betrayed them. And has created an infinity that, from being the measure of the power he was supposed to have, turned into the measure of his boundless failure.

You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.

We are like snails, each stuck to his own leaf.