In the maze of Venice it is difficult to find anything quickly; but it is equally difficult to lose anything for long. - Robert Sheckley

I feel no moral compunction in the slightest at my so-called crime. If a man cannot retain control of his own body, then he deserves to lose it. I have observed, during a long and varied lifetime, that men will give their bodies to any rogue who asks, and will enslave their minds to the first voice that commands them to obey. This is why the vast majority of men cannot keep even their natural birthright of a mind and body, but choose instead to rid themselves of those embarrassing emblems of freedom." "That," Detective Urdorf said, "is the classic apologia of the criminal." "That which you call a crime when one man does it," Kraggash said, "you call government when many men do it. Personally, I fail to see the distinction; and failing to see it, I refuse to live by it.

I beg of you to take this warning seriously, even though these people may be crazies. Since the invention of gunpowder, crazies have been bad news.

Your predator is close behind you and will infallibly be your death." "I don't doubt it," Carmody said, in a moment of strange calm." But in terms of long-range planning, I never did expect to get out of this Universe alive." "That is meaningless," the Prize said. "The fact is, you have lost everything." "I don't agree," Carmody said. "Permit me to point out that I am presently still alive." "Agreed. But only for the moment." "I have always been alive only for the moment," Carmody said. "I could never count on more. It was my error to expect more. That holds true, I believe, for all of my possible and potential circumstances." "Then what do you hope to achieve with your moment?" "Nothing," Carmody said. "Everything." "I don't understand you any longer," the Prize said. "Something about you has changed, Carmody. What is it?" "A minor thing," Carmody told him. "I have simply given up a longevity which I never possessed anyhow. I have turned away from the con game which the Gods run in their heavenly sideshow. I no longer care under which shell the pea of immortality might be found. I don't need it. I have my moment, which is quite enough." "Saint Carmody," the Prize said, in tones of deepest sarcasm. "No more than a shadow's breadth separates you and death! What will you do now with your pitiable moment?" "I shall continue to live it," Carmody said. "That is what moments are for.