"Kerosene," he said, because the silence had lengthened, "is nothing but perfume to me." - Ray Bradbury

A computer does not smell ... if a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better… And it stays with you forever. But the computer doesn’t do that for you. I’m sorry.

“You implying I’m a mile off from the truth?”
“I’m only implying,” Cardiff said, “that we are at a taffy pull. I’m waiting to see how far you pull it.”

Let you alone! That’s all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?