[...] the awesome splendor of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.

You see the lighted windows and what you want to think is that there may be many interesting stories behind them, but what you know is that really there are just dull, dull souls, mere consumers of food, who think their instincts are emotions and their tiny lives of more account than a whisper of wind.

I can't stand any music that requires its singers to be so dumb they wear their baseball caps backwards.

What's a philosopher?' said Brutha. Someone who's bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,' said a voice in his head.

Stand before your god, bow before your king, kneel before your man.

You are very clever," said the old man shyly. "I would like to eat your brains, one day.

Pets are always a great help in times of stress. And in times of starvation too, o'course.