So, in the interests of survival, they trained themselves to be agreeing machines instead of thinking machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking, and then they thought that, too.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Educating a beautiful woman is like pouring honey into a fine Swiss watch: everything stops.

. . . but the Universe is an awfully big place. There is room enough for an awful lot of people to be right about things and still not agree.

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

Anyway -- because we are readers, we don't have to wait for some communications executive to decide what we should think about next -- and how we should think about it. We can fill our heads with anything from aardvarks to zucchinis -- at any time of night or day.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.