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?

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.

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

Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.

And here is our girl, looking-- If possible, worse than before. (You thought this was Cinderella transistorized?)

Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.

All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.