It made me wonder if there is much difference in our hearts between love and grief. they both have a yearning that seems unable to be satisfied.

No point worrying about a storm until we smell rain

Truth is the vital breath of Beauty; Beauty the outward form of Truth.

For people to be able to sit down together and have a conversation, that's the power of love.

If you assume any rate of improvement at all then the games will become indistinguishable from reality. It would seem to follow that the odds that we are in base reality would be one in billions.

Due to a life of training and playing, I seem to spend half my time in the shower.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

Mortals. Everything is so black and white to you.

It is my firm belief that I have a link with the past and a responsibility to the future. I cannot give up. I cannot despair. There's a whole future, generations to come. I have to keep trying.

Our government is just way too interested in mucking around in Silicon Valley by creating and enforcing rules based on little or no understanding of the consequences.

What should I believe? thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.

In my mind, I see all of my passionate memories in bright, burning Red.