--I'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires----  "You are not!" She brought one little fist down onto the other. "You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

Frankly, I don&#39;t mind not being President. I just mind that someone else is.

the professor had refused surgery for the rupturing aorta that was wiping his personal equation off the blackboard of life. “It is tasteless to prolong life artificially,” Einstein had told his physicians.

Written By Tom Robbins

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