Powell repressed the wave of exasperation that rose up in him. It was not exasperation with Chooka. It was anger for the relentless force of evolutio… - Alfred Bester

The mind is the reality. You are what you think.

Neither of us is very trustworthy, eh?"
"Pfutz!" Reich said emphatically. "We don't play girl's rules. We play for keeps, both of us. It's the cowards and weaklings and sore-losers who hide behind rules and fair play."
"What about honor and ethics?"
"We've got honor in us, but it's our own code...not the make-believe rules some frightened little man wrote for the rest of the frightened little men. Every man's got his own honor and ethics, and so long as he sticks to 'em, who's anybody else to point the finger? You may not like his ethics, but you've no right to call him unethical.

He awoke. He was alive. He wasted no time on prayer or thanks but continued the business of survival.