Lovers of print are simply confusing the plate for the food.

Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?

We live in strange times. We also live in strange places: each in a universe of our own. The people with whom we populate our universes are the shadows of whole other universes intersecting with our own. Being able to glance out into this bewildering complexity of infinite recursion and say things like, 'Oh, hi, Ed! Nice tan. How's Carol?' involves a great deal of filtering skill for which all conscious entities have eventually to develop a capacity in order to protect themselves from the contemplation of the chaos through which they seethe and tumble.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.

Sir,' I said to the universe, 'I exist.' 'That,' said the universe, 'creates no sense of obligation in me whatsoever.

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing noise they make as they go by.

My capacity for happiness," he added, "you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first