It Is Not Wrong To Be Different.

I Always Thought My Questions Were Wrong Questions Because No One Else Asked Them. Maybe No One Thought Of Them. Maybe Darkness Got There First. Maybe I Am The First Light Touching A Gulf Of Ignorance... Maybe My Questions Matter.

I Like The Beatles, Of Course, But That's When I Grew Up.

I Like It That Order Exists Somewhere Even If It Shatters Near Me.

It May Be Far In The Future, But There's Some Kind Of Logical Way To Get From Where We Are To Where The Science Fiction Is.

Empress Of The Universe Would Be Way Too Much Work. I'd Have To Wear Fancy Clothes, Probably Including Lady Shoes With Pointed Toes, And Could No Longer Slouch Into The Study In Pjs And Slippers. Someone Would (avert!) Straighten My Desk. Someone Would Reorganize My Yarn Stash...in Fact, They'd Assign Someone Else To Knit My Socks, Thus Depriving Me Of An Excuse To Rest My Brain While Pretending To Accomplish Something Useful.