Men are jerks. Women are psychotic.
The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal.
If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.
Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.
We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.
It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead.
To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.
How nice--to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.