Shared Joy Is Increased, Shared

Dreams Should Be Forgotten When We Wake. Or One Day We Will Find Ourselves Unable To Sleep.

Sometimes I Think I Must Have A Guardian Idiot. A Little Invisible Spirit Just Behind My Shoulder, Looking Out For Me...only He's An Imbecile.

Me, I Have A Science Fiction Writer's Conviction That The Damn Robot Is Supposed To Speak Human, Not The Other Way Around.

The Problems Of Today's Youth Were No Longer A Sunday Supplement, Or A News Broadcast, Or Anything So Remote And Intangible. They Were Suddenly Become A Dirty, Shivering Boy, Who Told Us That In This World We Had Built For Him With Our Sweat And Our Blood, He Was Not Only Tired Of Living, But So Unscared Of Dying That He Did It Daily, Sometimes For Recreation.

Quite Frankly, I Don't Like You Humans. After What You All Have Done, I Find Being 'inhuman' A Compliment.