Give thanks to the Creator for creating both fossil fuel/oil & the ocean-bacteria that eats it. Thank you God!

If books can be personified, if books have a soul - which of course they don’t - then this one was a sad, quiet spinster, living a life of increasingly quiet desperation until it was discarded by the library. It’s hard not to look at a book like this, and feel sorry for it. “There, there, little book,” you want to say, but then you realize you’re being an idiot and quickly put it down and look around nervously to make sure no one noticed.

Truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

No matter how much the environmental evangelists and Gaia worshipers and PeTA-philes and whackjobs attempt to deify the rock we live on, the fact remains that we've totally enslaved [the earth] a million times over in the last three million years, and no one can worship a slave. Not without shutting off half your brain, first.

If Ray Bradbury can’t find true love, what the hell kind of chance to the rest of us have?

“In Japan, there is a class of children who are, well, special. They’re better than the average citizen. They dwell in a world of wealth, privilege, and influence few adults ever dream of attaining. These are the monster children. The merest, most remote chance encounter with a monster sweeps the child into the inner circle of Japanese military and government security and strategic planning. The child in this movie, kenny, is immediately listened to and his advice is heeded, his orders carried out to the letter.

Twenty five years ago, I was the scourge of society. Now, I'm still married, my kids have never been busted for drug posession. Can Al Gore say the same thing?

No bad piece of fiction will shake my faith and I'm concerned for those for whom it would.

Learn this lesson, that to be self-contented is to be vile and ignorant, and that to aspire is better than to be blindly and impotently happy.

The gods do not protect fools. Fools are protected by more capable fools.