It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.
I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.
I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative.
Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?
I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.
I'll think about things for thirty or forty years before I'll write it.
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