The Trouble With Being A God Is

You Know What I'd Really, Really Like? What I'd Pay Money For? A Zx81 With A Disc Drive. I Understood The Zx81. It Was So Easy To Interface Stuff To It.

And The People Next Door Oppress Me All Night Long. I Tell Them, I Work All Day, A Man's Got To Have Some Time To Learn To Play The Tuba. That's Oppression, That Is. If I'm Not Under The Heel Of The Oppressor, I Don't Know Who Is.

And Never Resist A Perfect Moment.

The Truth May Be Out There, But Lies Are Inside Your Head.

I Would Advise Budding Writers Some Other Kind Of Job, Unless They Think They're Very, Very Lucky.