By The Usual Reckoning, The Worst Books

It Gripped Her Hand Gently. 'regret Is For Humans,' It Said. She Laughed. 'really?' The Machine Shrugged And Let Go Of Her Hand. 'oh, No. It's Just Something We Tell Ourselves.

I'm Not A Great Believer In Awards-of Course The Fact That I've Never Won One Has Nothing To Do With It At All!

I Am, As I Have Always Been, Of The Opinion That While The Niceties Of Normal Moral Constraints Should Be Our Guides, They Must Not Be Our Masters.

"don't You Have A Religion?" Dorolow Asked Horza. "yes," He Replied, Not Taking His Eyes Away From The Screen On The Wall Above The End Of The Main Mess-room Table. "my Survival."

Any Such Inklings Were Like A Few Scattered Grains Of Truth Dissolved In An Ocean Of Nonsense, And Were Anyway Generally Inextricably Bound Up With Patently Paranoid Ravings Which Served Only To Devalue The Small Amounts Of Sense And Pertinence With Which They Were Associated.