“He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.”

“For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.”

“Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?”

“Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in per-son? Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed intooure er...”

“Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend, never make face to a foe till hes rife and never get stuck to another mans pfife.”

“Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!”

“Three quarks for Muster Mark!”

“All have the ability to perceive and live in dimensional synthesis, yet they spend time with the sciences trying to separate these realms, splitting the worlds into minutia, seeking the god particl...”

“The Heart of Gold fled on silently through the night of space, now on conventional photon drive. Its crew of four were ill as ease knowing that they had been brought together not of their own volit...”

“What I am going to tell you about is what we teach our physics students in the third or fourth year of graduate school... It is my task to convince you not to turn away because you don't understand...”