At The Moment Of Vision, The Eyes

Even If You Got Rid Of Paper, You Would Still Have Story-tellers. In Fact, You Had The Story-tellers Before You Had The Paper.

My Yesterdays Walk With Me. They Keep Step, They Are Gray Faces That Peer Over My Shoulder.

I Hope My Books Make Statements About Our General Condition.

Life's Scientific, But We Don't Know, Do We? Not Certainly, I Mean.

We Did Everything Adults Would Do. What Went Wrong?