There was a world of mutants, men and women who were more than normal men and women, persons who had certain human talents and certain human understa… - Clifford D. Simak

Perversity, she thought. Could that have been what happened to the human race — a willing perversity that set at naught all human values which had been so hardly won and structured in the light of reason for a span of more than a million years? Could the human race, quite out of hand and with no sufficient reason, have turned its back upon everything that had built humanity? Or was it, perhaps, no more than second childhood, a shifting of the burden off one's shoulders and going back to the selfishness of the child who romped and frolicked without thought of consequence or liability?

Space is an illusion, and time as well. There is no such factor as either time or space. We have been blinded by our own cleverness, blinded by false perceptions of those qualities that we term eternity and infinity. There is another factor that explains it all, and once this universal factor is recognized, everything grows simple. There is no longer any mystery, no longer any wonder, no longer any doubt; for the simplicity of it all lies before us...

Не, мислех си, не можеш да тръгнеш назад през праха на миналите години, през спомените, през събитията, през промените, настъпили в теб и нея, и да се опиташ да си върнеш някой ден или дори час. А и да ти се удаде това, няма да можеш да го очистиш от наслоилия се прах и никога не ще му върнеш предишния блясък. Но може би той никога не е бил бляскъв? Може би ти сам си го измислил такъв през дългите часове на самотата…
Нищо чудно, ако такъв светъл ден или час идва само веднъж в живота на човека, и то не на всеки човек. Възможно е да съществува закон, който да не позволява той да се повтори.