Maybe It Wasn't Anything Remotely To Do

The Bomb Lives Only As It Is Falling.

What Is All Your Studying Worth, All Your Learning, All Your Knowledge, If It Doesn't Lead To Wisdom? And What's Wisdom But Knowing What Is Right, And What Is The Right Thing To Do?

I Deliberately Keep Myself Apart From A Lot Of Stuff; I Don't Tweet, I Don't Do Facebook, I Don't Blog, And That's Largely Because I Spend My Working Life Staring At A Screen And Hitting A Keyboard, I Am Trying To Cut Down On That, Not Increase It.

"i Think I Know The Real Reason." "which Is?" "alcohol In The Dust Clouds. Goddamn Stuff Is Everywhere. Any Lousy Species Ever Invents The Telescope And The Spectroscope And Starts Looking In Between The Stars, What Do They Find?" He Knocked The Glass On The Table. "loads Of Stuff, But Much Of It Alcohol." He Drank From The Glass. "humanoids Are The Galaxy's Way Of Trying To Get Rid Of All That Alcohol."

My Gratitude Extends Beyond The Limits Of My Capacity To Express It.