There is a no man's land between sex and love, and it alters in the night.

Hip is the sophistication of the wise primitive in a giant jungle.

We are all so guilty at the way we have allowed the world around us to become more ugly and tasteless every year that we surrender to terror and steep ourselves in it.

Indeed the early history of rocket design could be read as the simple desire to get the rocket to function long enough to give an opportunity to discover where the failure occurred. Most early debacles were so benighted that rocket engineers could have been forgiven for daubing the blood of a virgin goat on the orifice of the firing chamber.

Dying can't be all that difficult-up to now everyone has managed to do it.

You never do find out what makes you tick, and after a while it's unimportant.

Cancer is the growth of madness denied.