People Were Always Sorry. Sorry They Had

"you Like Music, Mr. Gurgeh?" Hamin Asked, Leaning Over To The Man. Gurgeh Nodded. "well, A Little Does No Harm."

My Gratitude Extends Beyond The Limits Of My Capacity To Express It.

"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."

Technology Determines The Possibilities Of Society. It Doesn't Matter Whether You Start Out From A Fascist State Or A Communist State Or A Free-market State

The History Of The Universe In Three Words Chapter One Bang! Chapter Two Sssss Chapter Three Crunch. The End