Science always interested me, and science, real science, was more science fiction than science fiction.
Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.
You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.
How did it happen that now he could see everything so clearly. Something had given him leave to live in the present. Not once in his entire life had he come to rest in the quiet center of himself but had forever cast himself from some dark past he could not remember to a future that did not exist. Not once had he been present for his life. So his life had passed like a dream. Is it possible for people to miss their lives the way one can miss a plane?
To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.
In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.
We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.
They're just words is all. Powerless. Vocabulary. Dialogue.
There's never been a doctor who served many patients who, despite their best efforts, did not lose some of them to death. But they understood that was part of life itself.
Even if you don't believe in God, exploring fully the idea of a god or gods should pose no threat to you.
What happened in the past that was painful has a great deal to do with what we are today, but revisiting this painful past can contribute little or nothing to what we need to do now.