To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.

Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.

Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!

It is time for me to be dead for a little while - and then live again.

That is my principal objection to life, I think: It's too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.

That is the first thing I know for sure: (1.) If the questions don't make sense, neither will the answers.

The name of the new religion, said Rumfoord, is The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent. . . The two chief teachings of this religion are these: Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.