I Love Superconductors.

Once Every Hundred Years, The Los Angeles Smog Rolls Away For A Single Night, Leaving The Air As Clean As Interstellar Space. That Way The Gods Can See If Los Angeles Is Still There. If It Is, They Roll The Smog Back So They Won't Have To Look At It.

Fear Is The Brother Of Hate.

Treat Your Life Like Something To Be Sculpted.

Anything Beats An Expensive Stack Of Paper.

The Unexpected Always Comes At The Most Awkward Times.