I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.
Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.
Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.