I loved running around in this huge armored robot that is loaded to the teeth with guns, missiles and bombs blowing the hell out of everything.

Six and a half minutes later they’d graduated from yellow squares to time-lapsed four-dimensional polyhedrons.

Normally when you hear fireworks you get so excited I’d sooner eat a bee’s turd than stand by and watch you!

The Gang of Four sat at the galley below me, staring at untouched portions of nutritionally-balanced sludge on her plate.

WARNING : WE ARE NOT DOCTORS. WE KNOW VERY LITTLE ABOUT THE BRAIN. WE ZAPPED OUR OWN BRAINS AND WERE ALRIGHT, BUT WHO KNOWS IF THERE ARE HIDDEN SIDE EFFECTS TO THIS.

Humans are easy to decapitate: Our large heads rest on little necks.

George Walsh is one of those sporting the latest in anti-Kant leisurewear.

At the 1989 Objectivist summer conference Peikoff revealed that he’d read The Fountainhead, whose theme is independence, 60 times, but found himself floundering intellectually for weeks trying to write his chapter on independence in Objectivism: The Philosophy of Ayn Rand until suddenly it struck him that a 61st perusal of The Fountainhead might clarify matters.  Lo and behold, it did.

“Everyone thinks it’s great that they’re making money doing such an easy thing,” Edelstein said, “But they also love to hear us say, ‘Look, your poop just helped this lady who’s been sick for nine years go to her daughter’s graduation.’”

And would you take a perverse pleasure from blasting an innocent bystander with an excruciating noise?