A Predilection For Genre Fiction Is Symptomatic

Let Me Tell You About The End Of The World. It Happened Fifty Years Ago. Maybe A Hundred. And Since Then It's Been Lovely. I Mean It. Nobody Tries To Bother You. You Can Relax. You Know What? I Like The End Of The World.

A Predilection For Genre Fiction Is Symptomatic Of A Kind Of Arrested Development.

But The Toaster Was Quite Satisfied With Itself, Thank You. Though It Knew From Magazines That There Were Toasters Who Could Toast Four Slices At A Time, It Didn't Think That The Master, Who Lived Alone And Seemed To Have Few Friends, Would Have Wanted A Toaster Of Such Institutional Proportions. With Toast, It's Quality That Matters, Not Quantity.

Genius Is An Infinite Capacity For Pain.

Laughter Is Just A Slowed Down Scream Of Terror.