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

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

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

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

Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.

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

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?