That’s the whole point! Anyone can buy sex. Good Lord, it’s the cheapest thing in the universe, next to human life. - 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?

For love, as he knew it, was an aberration, a form of temporary insanity, a short-lived state of autosuggestion.

He had poured too much gilt on the lily; in striving to create a paragon, he had only succeeded in producing a paradox.