Just because the world often seemed to reward ugliness was no excuse to give up on beauty.
The world had edges but you couldn’t see them going, only when you were trying to come back.
If it wasn’t possible to reinvent the past in such a way as to make it conform to the present’s cheerful view of the way things ought to have been, why bother living?
You could try making sense out of the universe, but you were too small and the parts you needed to see were too large or even smaller.
…the beginning and the end of time. These are the same thing, as everybody knows who came into this universe via a wormhole.
A girl in a crown of stars was coming toward him, but before she could see who he was he slipped through his curtains of flesh.
Apes or human – we all made the same mistake, tempted by shifting leaves or the smell of sex, by music or a ripe banana.
The irony was not lost on any of us that despite the theme there was a robot on the throne.
In my lap I had my dear little pug, the smell of whose ears will always be sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Araby and the scent of heliotrope combined.
Think of them like gods, Janice said, because that’s what they are. The nape of a human neck is especially easy to see through – that’s why they love it when we bow our heads. It doesn’t have anything to do with praying. Prayers bore them.
Everybody thinks it’s going to be different for them, Janice said. The dinosaurs thought so too.