Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.

What is it about death that bothers me? Probably the hours.

When you work from city to city or country to country, you work the same way; the working method is the same.

Sylvia Plath. Interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by the college-girl mentality.

It's a match made in heaven...by a retarded angel.

I foresee death by culture shock.

I work for a company that makes deceptively shallow serving dishes for Chinese restaurants.