In the west Since we can’t control time We just buy more time An approach used elsewhere With equally mixed results
The scientific method has, at long last arrived at a unifying theory which, for it is a dead end
Mistakes are inev– itable; owning them is inestimable
You seem to have caught me in a gr… But it can’t be at all my fault if As you’ll see in the hieroglyph My back is to the cliff Over which the lemmings drift
People are afraid of change so they change with the times
God is the world’s only super-bower
That moment when you reclassify yourself from a mystery to an unsolved mystery
Every writer has mistaken his shotgun for a rifle– He may hit where he aims but he will also surely miss In discharging his will to power
As long as I’m working I only feel free time slipping away The fear is that if I stopped working
God gave us all of creation In which to luxuriate Together Instead We chose to deconstruct
In the real world there is no plot to speak of but plot devices everywhere
The modernist thesis– You’ll know it when you see it The post—modernist antithesis— I can’t believe my own eyes Our current and nameless synthesis…
The worst-case scenario comes true when enough people believe it’s the best case scenario
If you really loved robins you would stuff your bird feeder full of worms
I told my daughter Let me give you some free advice: You get what you pay for And she said I don’t get it