Charlie Gleister had invented a time machine, but he hadn’t invented it right because it didn’t work. - Robert Sheckley

It might have meant something, or it might not have. That was the thing about uncertainty, you were never sure.

She was an extremely attractive woman if you like the type, which could best be described as homicidal schizophrenic paranoiac with kittenish overtones.

It is all so familiar! I suppose that an electron, traveling from one atom to another, also expects to enter a realm of unimaginable novelty. But perhaps the scenery in every part of the universe is roughly similar; since one sees in accordance with who one is rather than with what is there.