But as with Maxwell's Demon, so now. Either she could not communicate, or he did not exist.

For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross

There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.

Some typewriters in Whitehall, in the Pentagon, killed more civilians than our little A4 could have ever hoped to.

Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.

But as with Maxwell's Demon, so now. Either she could not communicate, or he did not exist.

Liebig himself seems to have occupied the role of a gate, or sorting-demon, such as his younger contemporary Clerk Maxwell once proposed, helping to concentrate energy into one favored room of the Creation at the expense of everything else.