Hope and belief. I'd always wanted hope, but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it happened.

No one would want to read a book in which I explain the science of cloning because it would be very dull and it would also make no sense.

What's better, I wonder - to be a toy for the humans, or to control your own destiny , even if the only way to do so is suicide?

I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.

Life is funny, baby, and that's no joke

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.