Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.

They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

Danger's over, Banana Breakfast is saved.

What’s this? What are the antagonists doing here – infiltrating their own audience? Well, they’re not really. It’s somebody else’s audience at the moment, and these nightly spectacles are an appreciable part of the darkside hours of life of the rocket capital. The chances for any paradox here, really, are less than you think.

Shall I project a world?

In recent weeks, in true messianic style, it has come clear to her that her real identity is literally, the force of gravity. I am Gravity, I am That against which the Rocket must struggle, to which prehistoric wastes submit and are transmuted to the very substance of History.