To my mind, the only possible pet is a cow. Cows love you. . . . They will listen to your problems and never ask a thing in return. They will be your friends forever. And when you get tired of them, you can kill and eat them. Perfect.

In three minutes, 98 percent of all the matter there is or will ever be has been produced. We have a universe. It is a place of the most wondrous and gratifying possibility, and beautiful, too. And it was all done in about the time it takes to make a sandwich.

You can always tell a Midwestern couple in Europe because they will be standing in the middle of a busy intersection looking at a wind-blown map and arguing over which way is west. European cities, with their wandering streets and undisciplined alleys, drive Midwesterners practically insane.

It was for the first time really that the chief acknowledged we weren't making these things up. The problems exist in the department.

Economically, unless we rejoin the international community and make amends with the countries we isolated ourselves from, our problems will remain with us.

If I have anything to say about it, pets will be evacuated on the bus so the owners will know where their pets are, ... A pet can be a comfort to the owner as well as other people.