All this happened, more or less. - Kurt Vonnegut

There is a riddle about a man who is locked in a room with nothing but a bed and a calendar, and the question is: How does he survive?
The answer is: He eats dates from the calendar and drinks water from the springs of the bed.

Bergeron's epitaph for the planet, I remember, which he said should be carved in big letters in a wall of the Grand Canyon for the flying-saucer people to find, was this: WE COULD HAVE SAVED IT
BUT WE WERE TOO DOGGONE CHEAP Only he didn't say 'doggone.'"

I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.