Danger's over, Banana Breakfast is saved.

Laboring through a world every day more stultified, which expected salvation in codes and governments, ever more willing to settle for suburban narratives and diminished payoffs--what were the chances of finding anyone else seeking to transcend that, and not even particularly aware of it?

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

Someday it'll all be done by machine. Information machines.

Everybody who says the same words is the same person if the spectra are the same only they happen differently in time, you dig? But the time is arbitrary. You pick your zero point anywhere you want, that way you can shuffle each person's time line sideways till they all coincide.

The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.

You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.