Just as heart is a fountain of unspoken words, the universe is a womb of wonder weird worlds.
There has to be new words to explain new worlds.
perhaps,thought Felix,that's what magic is--physics with a different twist to it. my world just hasn't discovered the twist.
After a while it occurred to me that between the covers of each of those books lay a boundless universe waiting to be discovered while beyond those walls, in the outside world, people allowed life to pass by in afternoons of football and radio soaps, content to do little more than gaze at their navels.
There's only one way to run away from your own story, and that's to sneak into someone else's. I unwedged the leatherbound book from beneath my mattress and breathed in the ink-and-adventure smell of it. I walked through it into another world.
On pavements and the bark of trees I have found whole worlds.
I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
The qubit acts as a bridge between the microscopic and the macroscopic worlds.
A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.