People who were so good. There were angels.

Kilgore Trout once wrote a short story which was a dialogue between two pieces of yeast. They were discussing the possible purposes of life as they ate sugar and suffocated in their own excrement. Because of their limited intelligence, they never came close to guessing that they were making champagne.

You've got to be a good date for the reader.

I think William Shakespeare was the wisest human being I ever heard of. To be perfectly frank, though, that's not saying much.

We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.

What made marriage so difficult back then was yet again that instigator of so many other sorts of heartbreak: the oversize brain.

It is, in the imagination of combat's fans, the divinely listless loveplay that follows the orgasm of victory. It is called 'mopping up.