Society is a madhouse whose wardens are the officials and the police.

Any programming language is at its best before it is implemented and used. Anything is possible, anything can happen. On a flimsy ground of reality, imagination spins marvelous patterns.

Everything can happen, everything is possible and probable. Time and place do not exist; on a significant bases of reality, the imagination spins, weaving new patterns; a mixture of memories, experiences, free fancies, incongruities and improvisations.

That is the thankless position of the father in the family-the provider for all, and the enemy of all.

There comes a moment... When imagination gives out and Reality leaps forth. It is frightful!

Life is not so idiotically mathematical that only the big eat the small; it is just as common for a bee to kill a lion or at least to drive it mad.

I've thought of becoming a photographer! To save my talent as a writer.