Her Sunny Side Was Always Up.

I'll Think About Things For Thirty Or Forty Years Before I'll Write It.

I Like To Think (it Has To Be!) Of A Cybernetic Ecology Where We Are Free Of Our Labors And Joined Back To Nature, Returned To Our Mammal Brothers And Sisters, And All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace.

Excuse Me, I Said. I Thought You Were A Trout Stream. I'm Not, She Said.

Like Some Kind Of Strange Vacuum Cleaner I Tried To Console Him. I Recited The Same Old Litanies That You Say To People When You Try To Help Their Broken Hearts, But Words Can't Help At All. It's Just The Sound Of Another Human Voice That Makes The Only Difference. There's Nothing You're Ever Going To Say That's Going To Make Anybody Happy When They're Feeling Shitty About Losing Somebody That They Love.

I Don't Want My Daughter To Be Educated. I Think Women Should Just Be Decorative.