Hubris And Science Are Incompatible.

I'm Pretty Much A 9-to-5 Kind Of Guy. I Usually Get To Work About 8 In The Morning, And I Work Until 4 Or 5, And Sometimes I Work On Saturday And Sunday Mornings. Pretty Much I Keep The Same Hours As An Accountant Or Clerk Or Whatever.

He Found Pendergast's Cool Gaze On Him, And He Fidgeted. He'd Forgotten About Those Eyes. They Made You Feel Like You Had Just Been Stripped Of Your Secrets.

The Monster’s Crimes Were So Horrific That A Mere Man Could Not Possibly Have Committed Them. Satan, In The End, Had To Be Invoked.

You Think Of Yourself As An "individual Person", With A Unique And Separate Mind. You Think You Are Born And You Think You Die. All Your Life You Feel Separate And Alone. Sometimes Desperately So. You Fear Death Because You Fear The Loss Of Individuality. All This Is An Illusion. You, He, She, Those Things Around You Living Or Not, The Stars And Galaxies, The Empty Space In Between- These Are Not Distinct, Separate Objects. All Is Fundamentally Entangled.

When I'm Writing Fiction I'm Thinking, God, This Is So Hard - I Have To Make All This Stuff Up! I Wish I Were Writing A Nonfiction Book Where All The Facts Are Laid Out And I Don't Have To Be So Much At Sea.