Life Is About Trying Things To See

How Men Envy And Often Hate These Warm Clocks, These Wives, Who Know They Will Live Forever. So What Do We Do? We Men Turn Terribly Mean, Because We Can't Hold To The World Or Ourselves Or Anything. We Are Blind To Continuity, All Breaks Down, Falls, Melts, Stops, Rots, Or Runs Away. So, Since We Cannot Shape Time, Where Does That Leave Men? Sleepless. Staring.

Don't Think About Things, Just Do Them; Don't Predict Them, Just Make Them.

Kerosene," He Said, Because The Silence Had Lengthened, "is Nothing But Perfume To Me.

Do Your Own Bit Of Saving, And If You Drown, At Least Die Knowing You Were Headed For Shore.

Science-fiction Balances You On The Cliff. Fantasy Shoves You Off.