Men and the world are mutually toxic to each other.

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.

There will come a time when it isn't 'They're spying on me through my phone' anymore. Eventually, it will be 'My phone is spying on me'.

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.

Everything in life is just for a while.

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Reality is just a point of view.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

To fight the Empire is to be infected by its derangement.... Whoever defeats the Empire becomes the Empire; it proliferates like a virus.

Just because something bears the aspect of the inevitable one should not, therefore, go along willingly with it.

…we all lie to ourselves; we tell our own selves more lies than we ever do other people.

I wonder if you know thy soul?

There was no doubt about it: the City was the culmination of man’s mastery over the environment. Not space travel, not the fifty colonized worlds that were now so haughtily independent, but the City.

For out of the perverse will came lust, and the service of lust ended in habit, and habit, not resisted, became necessity.

I love playing football, being out on the pitch with a ball, and I will be a little sad when that ends.

Ladies and gentlemen, after what I've been through, I am happy just to be wearing clothes that open in the front.

There's still time for redemption if I live long enough, don't you think?

There are times when I'm so bored with being healthy and organic that I crave sugar and additives.

It's fashionable to speak about vulnerable populations in medicine and public policy, but it's harder to find a more vulnerable population than those who are dying.

He that is thy friend indeed, - He will help thee in thy need: - If thou sorrow, he will weep; - If you wake, he cannot sleep; - Thus of every grief in heart - He with thee doth bear a part.

I not only think that we will tamper with Mother Nature, I think Mother wants us to.