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If You Free Yourself From The Conventional Reaction To A Quantity Like A Million Years, You Free Yourself A Bit From The Boundaries Of Human Time. And Then In A Way You Do Not Live At All, But In Another Way You Live Forever.

A Writer Has To Have Some Kind Of Compulsive Drive To Do His Work. If You Don't Have It, You'd Better Find Another Kind Of Work, Because It's The Only Compulsion That Will Drive You Through The Psychological Nightmares Of Writing.

The Summit Of Mount Everest Is Marine Limestone.

On The Geological Time Scale, A Human Lifetime Is Reduced To A Brevity That Is Too Inhibiting To Think About Deep Time. ... Geologists ... See The Unbelievable Swiftness With Which One Evolving Species On The Earth Has Learned To Reach Into The Dirt Of Some Tropical Island And Fling 747s Across The Sky ... Seeing A Race Unaware Of Its Own Instantaneousness In Time, They Can Reel Off All The Species That Have Come And Gone, With Emphasis On Those That Have Specialized Themselves To Death.

If By Some Fiat I Had To Restrict All This Writing To One Sentence, This Is The One I Would Choose: The Summit Of Mt. Everest Is Marine Limestone.