some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated.

Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.

I can become someone else, not out of pressure and desperation, but merely because a new life sounds fun or interesting or joyful.

It's so quiet this high up, the feeling you get is that you're one of those space monkeys. You do the little job you're trained to do. Pull a lever. Push a button. You don't understand any of it, and then you just die.

If you worry about disaster all the time, that's what you're going to get.

The same architect who designed the Seattle fair's futuristic Science Center, with its lacy Gothic arches and spires, Minoru Yamasaki, was hired to design the twin towers of the World Trade Center. Seattle had promised fairgoers a glimpse of the world that would exist in 2001. That year eventually unfolded as something less than the dream we'd imagined.