A Beginning Is The End Of Something,

The Problems Of Today's Youth Were No Longer A Sunday Supplement, Or A News Broadcast, Or Anything So Remote And Intangible. They Were Suddenly Become A Dirty, Shivering Boy, Who Told Us That In This World We Had Built For Him With Our Sweat And Our Blood, He Was Not Only Tired Of Living, But So Unscared Of Dying That He Did It Daily, Sometimes For Recreation.

Shared Joy Is Increased, Shared Pain Is Lessened.

Librarians Are Like Crack Dealers When It Comes To Hooking Small Children.

Quite Frankly, I Don't Like You Humans. After What You All Have Done, I Find Being 'inhuman' A Compliment.

It Took Me Better Than A Quarter Century To Learn, The Hard Way, That Hard Work At Something You Want To Be Doing Is The Most Fun That You Can Have Out Of Bed . . . To Learn That The Smart Man Finds Ways To Make Everything He Does Be Work; To Learn That "leisure" Time Is Truly Pleasurable (indeed Tolerable) Only To The Extent That Is Its Subconscious Grazing For Information With Which To Infuse Newer, Better Work.