You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?

I cannot teach -- if I teach as teaching should be I become so exhausted I nearly die, I seem to have no middle gear.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.