I don't know the role I'm playing. I only know it's mine, non-convertible.

You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.

Any knowledge that doesn't lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.

I'm one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.

They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.

I like being near the top of a mountain. One can't get lost here.

I'd have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second's enough for them to start being something else.