The future seems to be in good hands, it's the past I'm worried about.
Not everything I dislike should be destroyed, some of it should simply be moved farther away.
I'm just moving clouds today, tomorrow I'll try mountains.
Nothing really matters except a few things that really don't matter very much.
What's most interesting about some books is the question: How did this crap ever get published?
If I can survive death, I can probably survive anything.