... bums on the outside, libraries inside.

Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.

With a book tucked in one hand, and a computer shoved under my elbow, I will march, not sidle, shudder or quake, into the twenty-first century.

If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.

Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of motion without moving. And they’ll be happy, because facts of that sort don’t change. Don’t give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

If someone tells you to do something for money, tell them to go to hell.

I feel like I’ve been saving up a lot of things, and I don’t know what.