“listen: there’s a hellof a good universe next door; let’s go”

“Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.”

“pity this busy monster, manunkind'pity this busy monster, manunkind,not. Progress is a comfortable disease:your victim (death and life safely beyond)plays with the bigness of his littleness--- electrons deify one razorbladeinto a mountainrange; lenses extendunwish through curving wherewhen till unwishreturns on its unself. A world of madeis not a world of born --- pity poor fleshand trees, poor stars and stones, but never thisfine specimen of hypermagicalultraomnipotence. We doctors knowa hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hellof a good universe next door; let's go”

“Let’s get it over and the door closed shut on it! Let’s close it like a book and go on reading! New chapter, new life.”

“You want the girl next door? Go next door!”

“If you want to see the girl next door, go next door.”