[..] when we get down to the subatomic level, the solid world we live in also consists, again rather worryingly, of almost nothing and that wherever we do find something it turns out not to actually something, but only the probability that there may something there.

Just believe everything I tell you, and it will all be very, very simple.'Ah, well, I'm not sure I believe that.

I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed.

And I write novels!' chimed in the other cop. 'Though I haven't had any of them published yet, so I better warn you, I'm in a meeeean mood!

ART: None. The function of art is to hold the mirror up to nature, and there simply isn’t a mirror big enough—see point one.

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.