Peregrine Wickwrackscar was flying. A pilgrim with legends that went back almost a thousand years-and not one of them could come near to this!
The work that is truly productive is the domain of a steadily smaller and more elite fraction of humanity.
I never guessed I could cry so hard my face hurt.
What we have is a data glut.
Even the largest avalanche is triggered by small things.
Poor humans; they will all die.""Poor us; we will not.