"In a frenzy, kicking his legs and moving his arms in a swimmer's breaststroke, he managed to fight toward the rod. The closer he got to it, the stronger the web of force became. He did not give up. If he did, he would be back where he had been and without enough strength to begin fighting again. It was not his nature to give up until all his strength had been expended."

“Yesterday's Tomorrows : Philip José Farmer" by Graham Sleight from Locus Magazine”

“Resurrection, like politics, makes strange bedfellows.”

“And there is another feeling, one which he shares with most of humankind. He knows he's screwed up his life, or something has twisted it. Every thinking man and woman knows this. Even the smug and dimwitted realize this unconsciously. But a baby, that beautiful being, that unsmirched blank tablet, unformed , represents a new hope. Perhaps it won't screw up. Perhaps it'll grow up to be a healthy confident reasonable good-humored unselfish loving man or woman. 'It won't be like me or my next-door neighbor,' the proud, but apprehensive, parent swears.”

“All the human beings I met were either sure that there would be no afterlife or else that they would get preferential treatment in the hereafter.”

“Dreams haunted The Riverworld.”

“Everybody should fear only one person, and that person should be himself.”