Quotes
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know, but it sounds deep. I’ll think up an explanation later.”
p. 144
TV, the worst thing that had happened to the twentieth century. After the atom bomb and overpopulation, of course.
p. 186
Anyway, women are about as mysterious as a tin mine. All you have to do is carry a lantern into the dark places, and you see everything. But men like to think women are the eternally mysterious. That saves men the trouble of asking questions, taking a little time and effort.
p. 398
Burton, though an infidel, made it his business to investigate thoroughly every religion. Know a man’s faith, and you knew at least half the man. Know his wife, and you knew the other half.
p. 176
“It’s a nice toy and makes a lot of noise and looks impressive and will kill a man. But it’s wasteful and inefficient.”
“You make it sound like a congressman,” Sam said.
p. 109
Resurrection, like politics, makes strange bedfellows.
p. 1
He was stiff and sometimes a little strange, which was what you’d expect from an engineer, but he had a moral backbone as inflexible as a fossilized dinosaur’s.
p. 168
I ought to arrest your assertions for vagrancy. They certainly are without any visible support.
p. 160
But we may not be able to climb high enough. Look at those mountains. They go straight up, smooth as a politician denying he ever made a campaign promise.
p. 44
The idea is to generate paperwork. The word could hardly be more apt. Paper is work. Paper is the big employer. Someone fills out a form (in triplicate), someone files one copy, the other copy goes somewhere else to be filed by someone else, the third is retained by the customer for his records. The most insignificant transaction must be scrupulously recorded and logged, filed and stored, even, on occasion, retrieved. On a trip to Libya, p. 183.
It is a mark of insincerity of purpose to spend one's time in looking for the sacred Emperor in the low-class tea-shops.
Once you turn forty...the whole world is water off a duck’s back. Once you turn forty you realize that life is there to be wasted. (p. 165).
