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When Today Fails To Offer The Justification For Hope, Tomorrow Becomes The Only Grail Worth Pursuing.

He's Liked, But He's Not Well Liked.

Data Is A Lot Like Humans: It Is Born. Matures. Gets Married To Other Data, Divorced. Gets Old. One Thing That It Doesn't Do Is Die. It Has To Be Killed.

Certainly The Most Diverse, If Minor, Pastime Of Literary Life Is The Game Of Find The Author.

Controlled Hysteria Is What's Required. To Exist Constantly In A State Of Controlled Hysteria. It's Agony. But Everyone Has Agony. The Difference Is That I Try To Take My Agony Home And Teach It To Sing.