He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.

What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one's enemy only when his back is turned?

Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.

He was visited on a lunar basis by these great unspecific waves of horniness, whereby all women within a certain age group and figure envelope became immediately and impossibly desirable. He emerged from these spells with eyeballs still oscillating and a wish that his neck could rotate through the full 360 degrees.

Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.

Information. What's wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world's gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?