Anybody who is anybody seems to be getting a lift - by plastic surgery these days. It's the new world wide craze that combines the satisfactions of psychoanalysis, massage, and a trip to the beauty salon.
. . . and time becomes a forgotten detail.
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we've never accomplished before. What we've done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked the code. The mind is an energy that the brain produces. Think of a glass ball twirling on your fingertip. If it falls, it shatters into a million pieces. All the parts of a ball are still there, but it will never twirl with that force on your fingertip again. The brain is the same way.
Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.
I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.
What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.
Don't eat a mushroom stem and see colors, eat the whole bag and see GOD
A wise player ought to accept his throws and score them, not bewail his luck.
There is hope for the future, and when the world is ready for a new and better life, all these things will some day come to pass, - in God's good time
Laughter is the most healthful exertion.