"But do you believe they really teleported?" "I do. For instance, the guru with whom I spent time, under whom I studied this summer in Tibet, tells m… - Fredric Brown

A lot of my childhood playmates ended up behind bars and I don’t mean as bartenders.

Escape, God how we all need escape from this tiny here. The need for it has motivated just about everything man has ever done in any direction other than that of the satisfaction of his physical appetites; it has led him along weird and wonderful pathways; it has led him into art and religion, ascetism and astrology, dancing and drinking, poetry and insanity. All of these have been escapes because he has known only recently the true direction of escape—outward, into infinity and eternity, away from this little flat if rounded surface we’re born on and die on. This mote in the solar system, this atom in the galaxy.

The face of danger is brightest when turned so its features cannot be seen.