My space chums think my unique hookup with humanity could be evolution's awkward attempt to jump-start itself up again. They're thinking just maybe, going crazy could be the evolutionary process trying to hurry up mind expansion. Maybe my mind didn't snap. Maybe it was just trying to stretch itself into a new shape. The cerebral cortex trying to grow a thumb of sorts.

I guess if people couldn't profit from war I don't think there would be war.

Maybe if people started to listen, history would stop repeating itself.

I wonder what it would be like if we all became what we wanted to be when we grew up? I mean, imagine a world filled with nothing but firemen, cowboys, nurses and ballerinas.

I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won't.

I still believe that sex is dirty. It's just that now I wouldn't have it any other way.

We're giving jobs to people who would otherwise be out of work if we weren't exploiting cheap labor.