In a way it made no difference, since nothing is permanent except our illusions. - Robert Sheckley

The only thing to think over was Me, of course. And the real problem about Me was, What was I supposed to do? Was I meant to be nothing but God? I had tried the God business and found it too limited. It was a job for a simple-minded egomaniac. There had to be something else for me to do—something more meaningful, more expressive of my true self. I’m convinced of it! That is my problem, and that is the question I ask of you: What am I to do with myself?

A malfunction of this type can be cured only by changing the nature of the universe, which is, of course, impractical.

Blount’s face registered psychopathic amazement, idiot incredulity, moronic disbelief.