“A curious mixture, you,” I said, pulling her firmly toward me over the bowl of cement and commencing a lengthy kiss of agreement, exploration, adora… - Michael Kurland

The Duchess of Cumberland smiled at the little sorcerer. “Really, Master Dandro,” she said. “That’s certainly an orthodox view.”
Master Dandro turned to her and smiled a rabbity smile. “Orthodoxy is my only doxy,” he said.

Life and the life processes are but an unimportant part of the whole that is the universe; intelligence and the designs of intelligence but a pattern drawn on sand. And yet that pattern which is life can pull into its weave much that is not of life, and give it a reason, a function, and a purpose that transcends the life that made it, in all physical measures of mass, distance, and duration.
So is entropy thwarted in some small measure, in random pockets throughout the universe.

Well, what that means is that it doesn't happen very often. Now it's happened to one small group of people—us—twice in a short time. That would seem to indicate that," he ticked a finger, "something's seriously out of whack in general, or," he ticked the next finger, "someone's out to get us in particular; which I feel is quite unlikely. At times in my paranoid past I would have assumed that the Universe is teaming up to get me, but now I'm more objective and I don't believe that. I think it, but I don't believe it.