Halloween. Sly does it. Tiptoe catspaws. Slide and creep. But why? What for? How? Who? When! Where did it all begin? 'You don't know, do you?' asks Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud climbing out under the pile of leaves under the Halloween Tree. 'You don't really know!'

Ideas and philosophies change just as machines do. Religions changed because of the birth control pill. Politics changes because of the hydrogen bomb. All because of science fictional inventions.

I don't have a computer. A computer's a typewriter. I already have a typewriter.

Science and religion have to go hand in hand with the mystery, because there's a certain point beyond which you say, "There are no answers."

You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl's better off dead

A single face turned upward toward all Time One flesh, one ecstasy, one peace.

Thus through half-belief, we are often doomed to repeat that very past we should have learned from.