I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness — in a landscape selected at random – is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.
– Vladimir Nabokov, Speak Memory

Whatever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV?
– Jesse Frederick

Making two possibilities a reality, predicting the future of things we all know. Fighting off the diseased programming of centuries. Science has failed our world!
– Serj Tankian, System of a Down