Sometimes I wonder if our memories are as good as we think they are and if the whole past wasn’t once entirely different from anything we remember, a… - Fritz Leiber

He who lies artistically, treads closer to the truth than ever he knows.

That was another trouble with women, they were never there when you wanted or really needed them. They helped each other, all right, but they expected men to do all sorts of impossible feats of derring-do to prove themselves worthy of the great gift of their love (and what was that when you got down to it?—a fleeting clench-and-wriggle in the dark, illuminated only by the mute, incomprehensible perfection of a dainty breast, that left you bewildered and sad).

Science has only increased the area of the unknown. And if there is a God, her name is Mystery.