Like my old mentor would always say, Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I'll be dead.'' Okay, she wasn't a good poet, but that lady could handle her whiskey.

I often say if men were meant to fly we would have been born with either feathers and wings or at the very least parachutes that pop out of our butts.

I didn't respond to that. I'm not scared of heights. I'm just scared of falling from heights.

HARV, can you help at all here?” I asked, spinning downward.“I am writing your obituary. Well, not so much writing it as updating it, ” HARV told me.If I lived, I was going to kill HARV.

Thing is, I am not a big fan of hovers. I firmly believe that if man was meant to fly we’d have feathers, rubber bones, or better insurance coverage.

So, what you’re basically telling me is death is boring but no worse than hanging out with family.

How bad is it?”“The story is only just now being reported, but let's put it this way, ” HARV said. “The bag is now clearly catless, and there’s a very foul odor coming from the fan.

Yeah, but will it hurt?”’ I asked.“This is science, Zach, ” Randy said, reassuringly, as he tilted my head back and lowered the lens to my eye. “Of course it will hurt.

‘Foo Kyu’ is just a very unfortunate cultural coincidence.""Just think about his poor son, ‘Foo Kyu Two.’

Great Gates almighty, ” HARV said inside my brain. “I go off-line for a few nanos and the whole world goes to DOS.

Carol, I thought you didn't liked playing with the minds of normal people.”“Yes, but the press don't count as normal.”“She’s got you there, ” HARV added.

Invariably, we all are 'MIND LORDS'.

His deep voice rumbled. "You are all that ever mattered to me.

Love needs expression, Captain Geary, or doubts grow amid the silence. Doubts of the other and doubts of yourself.

The Master: The cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about.

This tree was a vast cylinder of wood. It filled the sky. The limbs reached out above me, a great canopy sheltering the rest of the trees, as if they were its children.

Your anger is a gift.

The most dangerous strategy is to jump a chasm in two leaps.

In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.

Words have very potent meanings and people read them and they react to them personally. They are very suggestive in terms of your life and things like that.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!