I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
In space, no one can hear you scream
No, I’m from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
Ah, the wonders of a redundant nervous system, eh?
Brain and brain! What is brain?
Noooo! No! No, I can-can-can-cannan-cannot be-be-be-beaten! I am Braaaaainiac! Brai-brai-brai-brai-brai-Brainy Brainiac!
Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnn!
Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.
THAT’S RIGHT! THAT’S RIGHT! That’s what you get! Look at you, ship all banged up! Who’s the man? Huh? Who’s the man? Wait till I get another plane! I’m-a line all your friends up right beside you! Y’know, this was supposed to be my weekend off, but noooo. You got me out here draggin’ your heavy ass through the burnin’ desert with your dreadlocks stickin’ out the back of my parachute. You gotta come down here with an attitude, actin’ all big and bad…
Peace through superior firepower.
This station is now the ultimate power in the universe.
to wound the autumnal city.
It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.
If such a thing had happened once, it must surely have happened many times in this galaxy of a hundred billion suns.
The star was old–as old as it was possible for a star to be.
How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?
Don’t worry, she’ll hold together… You hear me, baby? Hold together!
“That’s my girl. That’s my good girl.”
That’s not a baby, that’s a Mr. Potato Head!
You don’t know what it is, but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.