There were human cultures that taught an afterlife of the blessed on mountaintops or in clouds in caverns or oases but she could not recall any in which if you were very very good when you died you went to the beach.

Observation: I can't see a thing. Conclusion: Dinosaurs.

It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, there's a couple lying naked in bed reading Encyclopediea Brittannica to each other, and arguing about whether the Andromeda Galaxy is more 'numinous' than the Ressurection. Do they know how to have a good time, or don't they?

The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.

When you make the finding yourself - even if you're the last person on Earth to see the light - you'll never forget it.

For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.