An Upholstered Mind

This one traveler used to like to pull up his head, turn off his feet, back up to the bar and say, “It’s not how fast you say something, but how fast you pretend you didn’t say it.”



An upholstered mind is a peaceful mind.



On one Earth-like planet, I heard a chap say that he’d reached such a level of maturity and understanding, that he didn’t much care what Life does anymore as long as it doesn’t try to sell him something.



It would truly be a sad state if nineteen could only be followed by twenty.



A body
with no leader
ain’t got