“Life is a fancy kind of rust inflicting the surface of certain lukewarm minor planets.”

“Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?”

“It takes a certain maturity of mind to accept that nature works as steadily in rust as in rose petals.”

“If you are honest, you are in the minority; if you are clever, you are in the minority; if you do not believe in any religious craps, you are in the minority! If you are not in the herd, you are in the minority! What a glorious privilege to be in this kind of minorities!”

“She saw the normative life of the planet, business people crossing streets beneath glass towers, the life of sitting on buses that take you logically to destinations, the unnerved surface of rolling plausibly along.”

“In the tide of these wild thoughts we checked our fancy, remembering that only on the rare grains called planets can life gain foothold, and that all this wealth of restless jewels was but a waste of fire.”