“He knew that the fuel his brain craved could only be found in a proper university.”

“A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.”

“Reading is fuel for the brain. Writing is fuel for the spirit...”

“He found it both sad and fascinating that only through an artificial universe of video images could she establish contact with the real world.”

“HERE ARE YOUR INSTRUCTIONS, CROWLEY.And suddenly he knew. He hated that. They could just as easily have told him, they didn't suddenly have to drop chilly knowledge straight into his brain.”

“For all his frustrations and his chronic sense of being overburdened. He was proud of that; he’d always felt that it was worth doing a task properly if it was worth doing at all. That was part of his problem, of course; that was why he ended up with so much to do. It was also the source of his own particular pride: he knew--and he was certain they knew that there was no one else who could handle details such as these as well as he.”