In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast. Those who once inhabited the suburbs of human contempt find that without changing their address they eventually live in the metropolis.
The young always have the same problem - how to rebel and conform at the same time. They have now solved this by defying their parents and copying one another.
Vice is its own reward. It is virtue which, if it is to be marketed with consumer appeal, must carry Green Shield stamps.
I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.
Nothing shortens a journey so pleasantly as an account of misfortunes at which the hearer is permitted to laugh.
For flavor, instant sex will never supersede the stuff you have to peel and cook.
