This Novel Is Fiction, Except For The

In Other Centuries, Human Beings Wanted To Be Saved, Or Improved, Or Freed, Or Educated. But In Our Century, They Want To Be Entertained. The Great Fear Is Not Of Disease Or Death, But Of Boredom. A Sense Of Time On Our Hands, A Sense Of Nothing To Do. A Sense That We Are Not Amused.

Science Can't Tell You Why Anything Happens.

I Tended To Faint When I Saw Accident Victims In The Emergency Ward, During Surgery, Or While Drawing Blood.

One May Even Suspect That There Is More To Reality Than Measurements Will Ever Reveal.

If You Don't Know History, Then You Don't Know Anything. You Are A Leaf That Doesn't Know It Is Part Of A Tree.