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One Should Never Regret One's Excesses, Only One's Failures Of Nerve.

"i Think I Know The Real Reason." "which Is?" "alcohol In The Dust Clouds. Goddamn Stuff Is Everywhere. Any Lousy Species Ever Invents The Telescope And The Spectroscope And Starts Looking In Between The Stars, What Do They Find?" He Knocked The Glass On The Table. "loads Of Stuff, But Much Of It Alcohol." He Drank From The Glass. "humanoids Are The Galaxy's Way Of Trying To Get Rid Of All That Alcohol."

The Trouble With Writing Fiction Is That It Has To Make Sense, Whereas Real Life Doesn't.

I Think The Future Stopped Looking American When You Think Back To Blade Runner And Neuromancer, When It Started To Look More Japanese.

What Is All Your Studying Worth, All Your Learning, All Your Knowledge, If It Doesn't Lead To Wisdom? And What's Wisdom But Knowing What Is Right, And What Is The Right Thing To Do?