We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.

Once the automobile appeared you could have predicted that it would destroy as many people as it did.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.

Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.

Out in the world not much happened. But here in the special night, a land bricked with paper and leather anything might happen, always did.

(in response to the question: what do you think of e-books and Amazon’s Kindle?) Those aren’t books. You can’t hold a computer in your hand like you can a book. A computer does not smell. There are two perfumes to a book. If a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better. It smells like ancient Egypt. A book has got to smell. You have to hold it in your hands and pray to it. You put it in your pocket and you walk with it. And it stays with you forever. But the computer doesn’t do that for you. I’m sorry.