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Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
The universe is made of stories, not atoms.
The universe is made of stories, not atoms.
Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited read more
Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be acheived.
The universe, they said, depended for its operation on the balance of four forces which they identified as charm, persuasion, read more
The universe, they said, depended for its operation on the balance of four forces which they identified as charm, persuasion, uncertainty and bloody-mindedness.
No other success can compensate for failure in the home.
No other success can compensate for failure in the home.
The chess-board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what read more
The chess-board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us.
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be read more
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of the players, (ie everybody), to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.
I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.
I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.
The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble read more
The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble of events with no predictability, no regularity, are in grave peril. The Universe belongs to those who, at least to some degree,
