“And when gods touched something, the normal became the supernatural, the simple became the wondrous.”

“As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life’s moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.”

“Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that I must differ. No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they can’t explain, something that created it all at the end of the search.“And no matter how far they try to go the other way – to extend life, play around with the genes, clone this, clone that, live to one hundred and fifty – at some point, life is over. And then what happens? When the life comes to an end?”I shrugged.“You see?”He leaned back. He smiled.“When you come to the end, that’s where God begins.”

“When you come to the end, that's where God begins.”

“when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.”

“Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.”

“You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.”