The mood of the '50s is like today.

The tempest unleashes an alphabetletters fall through the apertures of crazy anglesto spell out the futureuprooting the course of inventionand enslaving the masters

The old San Francisco is under attack to the point where it's disappearing

Anyone who wants to prevent you from making other people happy is an enemy. If you are stopping yourself from making others happy, you are your own enemy.

There's death and life, you see. We all shine on. A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. ...Somebody loves you.

I was x years old in the year x2.

Many complain of their memory, few of their judgment.

It's mighty funny. The end of time has just begun.

Occasionally, I come to moments of anguish in the text.

Be strong to be useful.

I was a perfect housewife. Being a mother has always been the job I liked best. Absolutely.

Sometimes I can be on a cloud and then two hours later feel really small.

Call your opinions your creed, and you will change it every week.