As expected, you get his machine. Someday, even the "call of nature" will be answered by a machine.

I could say I believe in every drop of rain that . . . Well, I believe life is a Zen koan, that is, an unsolvable riddle. But the contemplation of that riddle--even though it cannot be solved--is, in itself, transformative. And if the contemplation is of high enough quality, you can merge with the divine.

Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.

Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.

The difference between love and logic is that in the eyes of a lover, a toad can be a prince, whereas in the analysis of a logistician, the lover would have to prove that the toad was a prince, an enterprise destined to dull the shine of many a passion.

The trouble with the fast lane is that all the movement is horizontal. And I like to go vertical sometimes.

Consider the silent repose of the sausage as compared to the aggressiveness of bacon.