“Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.”

“How hungrily we read about ourselves!”

“We are the United States of Amnesia, we learn nothing because we remember nothing.”

“No one can ever love us quite so much as we love ourselves.”

“Because there is no cosmic point to the life that each of us perceives on this distant bit of dust at galaxy's edge, all the more reason for us to maintain in proper balance what we have here. Because there is nothing else. Nothing. This is it. And quite enough, all in all.”

“How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.”

“Nothing that ever was changes. Yet nothing that is can ever be the same as what went before.”