In the end, living is defined by dying. Book- ended by oblivion, we are caught in the vice of terror, squeezed to… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
“Do you believe in God?' Grace asked him. The question was not strange. They were past strangeness. 'Of course' he replied. It was easier… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
I just love the idea that people disappear into the story for a while. You grab a book, and you want to get back… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
Science is a little bit more than a wonderful way of modelling and predicting; it's a wonderful technical abstraction. I think science is a… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
“Ugly's still ugly, no matter how you see it." "An interesting assertion. Justify it." "You bring twenty people in here," Adam told him, "and… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
Unable to attribute misfortune to chance, unable to accept their ultimate insignificance within the greater scheme, the people looked for monsters in their midst. — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
Our world is limited by the machinery we carry. It's very different to the 18th and 19th century Enlightenment scientists who were mostly men… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
“You think the thing you call consciousness is some mysterious gift from the heavens, but in the end consciousness is nothing but the context… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
“We have nothing but a history of our own invention to support this view. It suits us to believe it. It allows us to… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
The Idea enters the brain from the outside. It rearranges the furniture to make it more to its liking. It finds other Ideas already… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
