Just as there are Laws of Conservation of Matter and Energy, so there are in fact Laws of Conservation of Pain and Joy. Neither can ever be created or destroyed. But one can be converted into the other.

A man should live forever, or die trying.

Shared pain is lessened; shared joy, increased — thus do we refute entropy.

To all the Callahan's Crosstime Saloon|Callahan's Places there ever were or ever will be, whatever they may be called — and to all the merry maniacs and happy fools who are fortunate enough to stumble into one: may none of them arrive too late!

The delusion that one's sexual pattern is The Only Right Way To Be is probably the single most common sexual-psychosis syndrome of this era, and it is virtually almost always the victim's fault. You cannot acquire this delusion by observing reality.

I smelled her before I saw her. Even so, the first sight was shocking.

I had just seen the two most horrible things. The first was the smile. They say that when the bomb went off at Hiroshima, some people's shadows were baked onto walls by it. I think that smile got baked on the surface of my brain in much the same way. I don't want to talk about that smile.

Five days of wireheading alone should have killed her, never mind sudden cold turkey.

Animated the face might have been beautiful — any set of features can support beauty — but even a superb makeup job could not have made her pretty.