Most Of Us Don't Live Our Lives

No Theory Ever Benefited By The Application Of Data, Amy. Data Kills Theories. A Theory Has No Better Time Than When It's Lying There Naked, Pure, Unsullied By Facts. Let's Just Keep It That Way For A While." "so You Don't Really Have A Theory?" "clueless." "you Lying Bag Of Fish Heads." "i Can Fire You, You Know. Even If Clay Was The One That Hired You, I'm Not Totally Superfluous To This Operation Yet. I'm Kind Of In Charge. I Can Fire You. Then How Will You Live?" "i'm Not Getting Paid." "see, Right There. Perfectly Good Concept Ruined By The Application Of Fact.

Like Looking Down On A Lubricious Chess Set, Isn't It? The King Moves In Tiny Steps, With No Direction, Like A Drunkard Trying To Avoid The Archer's Bolt. The Others Work Their Strategies And Wait For The Old Man To Fall. He Has No Power, Yet All Power Moves In His Orbit And To His Mad Whim. Do You Know There's No Fool Piece On The Chessboard, Kent?" "methinks The Fool Is The Player, The Mind Above The Moves.

Wet Towel Under The Door,' Said Barry. 'it's What You Do When You're Smoking Weed In A Hotel And You Don't Want Everyone Calling Security. You're Always Supposed To Have A Towel. I Read About It In A Guide For Hitchhiking Through The Galaxy.

The Prospect Of Change Is A Many-fanged Beast, My Dear.

All Fear Comes From Trying To See The Future, Biff. If You Know What Is Coming, You Aren't Afraid.