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

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 am one of those that always get accidentally guillotined when the Great Day of Liberation comes, because ... I guess ... I am full of parentheses. Revolutions can't abide parentheses.

The only way I can possibly heat my so-called mind up to working temperature is to imagine I'm talking to someone I admire.

good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.

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

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