The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.

How can you call it unreasonable when all I want is my own way?

What should I do if my problems aren't all solved by the time I die?

The closest you will ever come in this life to an orderly universe is a good library.

They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.

If we could all hear one another's prayers, God might be relieved of some of his burdens.

More books have resulted from somebody's need to write than from anybody's need to read.