It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.

Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.

Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.

To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.

All variables are independent.

The hand of Providence creeps among the stars, giving Slothrop the finger.

Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.