the late twentieth century will go down in history, i'm sure, as an era of pharmaceutical buffoonery.
The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms.
The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.
I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.
The moral of the story is we're here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around.
What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity.