I Hadn't Known There Were

Everything Is Explicable In The Terms Of The Behavior Of A Small Child.

We Are Like Snails, Each Stuck To His Own Leaf.

Seduced, Shaggy Samson Snored. She Scissored Short. Sorely Shorn, Soon Shackled Slave, Samson Sighed, Silently Scheming, Sightlessly Seeking Some Savage, Spectacular Suicide.

We Have No Need Of Other Worlds. We Need Mirrors. We Don't Know What To Do With Other Worlds. A Single World, Our Own, Suffices Us; But We Can't Accept It For What It Is.

The First 90% Of The Job Takes 90% Of The Time. The Remaining 10% Of The Job Requires Another 90% Of The Time. The First Condition Of Immortality Is Death.