Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.
-Oh yes? Can you identify yourself? -Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.
There have been times, lately, when I dearly wished that I could change the past. Well, I can’t, but I can change the present, so that when it becomes the past it will turn out to be a past worth having.
They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it's not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.
Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.
In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
Most species do their own evolving, making it up as they go along, which is the way Nature intended. And this is all very natural and organic and in tune with mysterious cycles of the cosmos, which believes that there's nothing like millions of years of really frustrating trial and error to give a species moral fiber and, in some cases, backbone.
I recall that, the first time I met a Geordie speaker, it was some days before I could understand a single word he was saying.
Everyone is in such a hurry. People haven’t found meaning in their lives, so they’re running all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running. Once you start running, it’s hard to slow yourself down.
Producers are looking to me to concept full worlds for subjects to compete, play a game show in, win an award, blah blah blah.
Fatal accidents never happen because of just one mistake. It takes a whole chain of stupids lining up just so to put a full stop at the end of an epitaph.