Thanks to my computer, I have now achieved a much higher state of disorganization.

One good thing about my computer: it never asks why.

I march to a different drummer, whose location, identity, and musical training haven't yet been established.

My worst personal problem is that my computer doesn't understand me.

I think crime pays. The hours are good, you meet a lot of interesting people, you travel a lot.

While thus he threw his Elbow round, Depopulating all the Ground, And, with his whistling Sythe, does cut Each stroke between the Earth and Root, The edged Ste…

I thought that my invincible power would hold the world captive, leaving me in a freedom undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires …