To Be Human : To Strive In

And I'm A Pair Of Pants With A Hole Scorched Through The Ass?

To All The Callahan's Places There Ever Were Or Ever Will Be, Whatever They May Be Called — And To All The Merry Maniacs And Happy Fools Who Are Fortunate Enough To Stumble Into One: May None Of Them Arrive Too Late!

We Are All Time Travelers Moving At The Speed Of Exactly 60 Minutes Per Hour.

You Know What Gives Me The Courage To Keep On Living? The Courage To Love Myself A Little? It's Having A Whole Bunch Of Friends Who Really Give A Goddamn. When You Share Pain, There's Less Of It, And When You Share Joy, There's More Of It.

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