Whatever universe a professor believes in must at any rate be a universe that lends itself to lengthy discourse. A universe definable in two sentences is something for which the professorial intellect...

A shift is necessary toward lifestyles less geared to environmental damaging consumption patterns.

The computer is a moron.

The bare recollection of anger kindles anger.

Non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

You're doing your thing, why can't I do my thing? I must be me even if I suffer for it.

You're afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world.

You were torturing a cat, she says. With a freaking prod.A prod I built myself in metal shop, he says. But of course you never mention that.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

You are a manipulator.I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

When the little mouse, which was loved as none other was in the mouse-world, got into a trap one night and with a shrill scream forfeited its life for the sight of the bacon, all the mice in the distr...

What does God want? Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

What do the Texans say? All hat, no cattle.

We know from Glenn Milne's inundation data that Gozo and Malta were indeed one big island during the Ice Age, down to approximately 13,500 years ago, and that they did not take on their present form a...

Vishous screamed.The only thing that was louder was the pop as the hip was relocated, as it were. And the last thing he saw before he checked out of the Conscious Inn & Suites was Jane's head whipping...

This is a story of eternal love, which is born among the ices but which is soon mixed with dreams of death and of a new dawn. The first heroes were those who surrendered themselves to the holocaust of...

There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now.

There is a kind of gaping admiration that would fain roll Shakespeare and Bacon into one, to have a bigger thing to gape at; and a class of men who cannot edit one author without disparaging all other...

There are certain prehistoric things that swim beyond extinction.

The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies.