Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out.

Around it are those countries which, according to History, constitute the civilised world ie, a world that can support historians

The elevator shaft was a kind of heat sink. Hot food was cold by the time it arrived. Cold food got colder. No one knew what would happen to ice cream, but it would probably involve some rewriting of the laws of thermodynamics.

And so the children of the revolution were faced with the age-old problem: it wasn't that you had the wrong kind of government, which was obvious, but that you had the wrong kind of people. As soon as you saw people as things to be measured, they didn't measure up.

Often I sort of work up and down the manuscript. I sometimes used to go ahead of myself to see what was going to happen next, to make certain it fits what was going to be happening soon.

Why not? If enough people believe, you can be god of anything.

Logic is a wonderful thing but doesn't always beat actual thought.