The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.
“There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.”
“Life - and I don't suppose I'm the first to make this comparison - is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.”