But I Tried, Didn't I?

The Raw Materials Of Reality Without The Glue Of Time Are Materials Adrift And Reality Is As Meaningless As The Balsa Parts Of A Model Airplane Scattered To The Wind.

Now, You’re Either On The Bus Or You’re Off The Bus.

I've Enjoyed Being A Famous Writer-except That Every Once In A While You Have To Write Something.

You're Making Sense, Old Man, A Sense Of Your Own. You're Not Crazy The Way They Think. Yes...i See.

When We First Broke Into That Forbidden Box In The Other Dimension, We Knew We Had Discovered Something As Surprising And Powerful As The New World When Columbus Came Stumbling Onto It.