The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive. - Robert A. Heinlein

You can’t do it all the time, but there is no limit to how much you can talk about it.

The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for — -if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.

I was polishing a brandy snifter when the Unmarried Mother came in. I noted the time — 10: 17 P.M. zone five, or eastern time, November 7th, 1970. Temporal agents always notice time and date; we must. The Unmarried Mother was a man twenty-five years old, no taller than I am, childish features and a touchy temper. I didn't like his looks — I never had — but he was a lad I was here to recruit, he was my boy. I gave him my best barkeep's smile.