When we consider that each of us has only one life to live, isn’t it rather tragic to find men and women, with brains capable of comprehending the stars and the planets, talking about the weather; men and women, with hands capable of creating works of art, using those hands only for routine tasks; men and women, capable of independent thought, using their minds as a bowling-alley for popular ideas; men and women, capable of greatness, wallowing in mediocrity; men and women, capable of self-expression, slowly dying a mental death while they babble the confused monotone of the mob?

He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring because yesterday has brought it.

For me, I would rather read a good book, from a contented author. I don't really care what it takes to produce that.

They also held that the way to salvation was to give way to lust and temptation in all things. And no greater percentage of them turned up here than of any other religion. Amusing, isn't it?

I don't think you should ever insult people unintentionally: if you're doing it, you ought to mean it.

[I spent] much of my time reminding Matt Groening that I really need to be a head in a jar on Futurama.

You are an analog girl, living in a digital world.