I don't read the Sunday papers; or the dailies, either

At any given time, ninety-nine-point-nine-five per cent of the human race are a confounded nuisance

After all, what else is scientific enquiry of any sort other than a controlled version of banging one's head against the universe until something gives?

Everything is out there if you know how to find it, and have the patience. I don't and haven't, but that's my problem

The best definition of an immortal is someone who hasn't died yet.

Not only had he lost the only girl he'd ever loved, he'd lost her in duplicate, like some heartbroken but highly efficient civil servant.

There is that within a man that drives him ever onwards, just as the power of the seasons drives the roots of flowers into the hard earth; and so he decided, against his better judgment, to open his eyes and find out what was going to happen to him next.