You may not hold me guilty of sins committed in dreams. - Robert Silverberg

The more you succeed in making out of yourself, the more bitter a thing it is to have to die.

My life was in crisis. All my values were becoming meaningless. I was discovering that my chosen profession was empty, foolish, as useless as—as playing chess.

I was desperate to get out of Vronsky and escape from all the bickering and maneuvering, the endless meetings and memoranda, the feinting and counterfeinting, all the ugly political crap that scientists indulge in when they turn into administrators.