He had discharged his destiny; now, perhaps, he could begin to live. — Arthur C. Clarke

If the artist did not know his goal, even the most miraculous of tools could not find it for him.

It is not my duty as an historian to predict the future, only to observe and interpret the past. But its lesson is clear enough; we have lived too long out of contact with reality, and now the time has come to rebuild our lives.

Khedron was content with the order of things as it was. True, he might upset that order from time to time—but only by a little. He was a critic, not a revolutionary. On the placidly flowing river of time, he wished only to make a few ripples; he shrank from diverting its course.