Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.

Where you can see tribal behavior now is in this business about teaching evolution in a science class and intelligent design. It's the scientists themselves are behaving tribally.

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

They were lovebirds. They entertained each other endlessly with little gifts: sights worth seeing out the plane window, amusing or instructive bits from things they read, random recollections of times gone by. They were, I think, a flawless example of what Bokonon calls a duprass, which is a karass composed of only two persons.

How embarrassing to be human.

I couldn't survive my own pessimism if I didn't have some kind of sunny little dream.