Man does not live by bread alone, nor guns, paperwork, theses, naked practicalities. - Poul Anderson

Don't talk, you," he said. "It hurts my ears. Nor think; that hurts your head.'

I really liked that girl."
"Not loved, evidently," I observed.
"N-n-no. I supposed not. Though what is love, anyway? Doesn't it have so infinitely many kinds and degrees and mutations and quantum jumps that— Never mind.

Chanthavar said that the Egyptian pyramids, part of the Sphinx, traces of buried cities, a couple of ruined dams in America and Russia, some hydrogen-bomb craters, were still around, otherwise nothing earlier than the Thirty-fifth century. Time went on, relentlessly, and one by one the proud works of man were lost.