I feel like the word shatter.

Maybe the life I think I'm living is a paranoid delusion...Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.

We are very short on organs, and the pig solution is probably a lot better than the human clone solution - though maybe not for the pigs.

We shouldn't be saying 'Save the planet'; we should be saying: 'Save viable conditions in which people can live.' That's what we're dealing with here.

You might 'write from the heart,' but you'd better polish with your brain.

What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.