Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.

It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off.

I want to find a voracious, small-minded predator and name it after the IRS.

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.

I was a vegetarian until I started leaning toward the sunlight.

The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever.

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