I Love Superconductors.

Psi And/or Magical Powers, If Real, Are Nearly Useless.

My Problem With New Writers Is That It Takes Me Five Or Six Years To Memorise The Right Names.

We're Looking As Far Ahead As We Can, And We Don't Get Penalized For Mistakes.

There Were Timelines Branching And Branching, A Mega-universe Of Universes, Millions More Every Minute. Billions? Trillions? The Universe Split Every Time Someone Made A Decision. Split, So That Every Decision Ever Made Could Go Both Ways. Every Choice Made By Every Man, Woman, And Child Was Reversed In The Universe Next Door.

And Every Friend I've Got Has Been Writing Mars Stories. It Was Pretty Clear I'd Never Catch Up.