I want to live on an island of my own, created by me. On white sand no
human's ever touched. A seaspeck in the tropics. There I'll import my
concubines, and spend my days transcribing movies from the mindscreen.

On the run from the carnivorous helicopters. On the run from the canvas
helicopters.

Mindscenes. Scenes for mindscreens.

They replaced the sound of trees with the sound of snapping pennants —
which is the sound of the calm before battle in a windy place.

Snapping pennants over the snapping penitients.

My favorite word of all time is: "panties". When it comes time for me to
be interviewed, I'll write the questions and answers myself for each
magazine, and send them to be printed. That'll be one of the Q & A's.

Unfortunately for the cryonics-heads, the future will develop a culture
who considers cryonically frozen bodies and body parts a great delicacy.

The plesiosaur pleasureosaur. The priestosaur

Traducation of hip. Inhibition of hip.

Burn your ships — throw your hat over the wall...

"One doesn't give meat to bunnies."