Even as I speak, the very last polar bear may be dying of hunger on account of climate change, on account of us. And I sure miss the polar bears. Their babies are so warm and cuddly and trusting, just like ours.

“...this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many human beings so reluct…”

“Guns and women can make an atom bombing look like an ice cream social.”

“I'd be grateful if you'd say anything, true or not, because I ran out of ideas.…”

“It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intellige…”