“All I want is a warm bed and a kind word and unlimited power.”

“I ask... What would they do if every nation had unlimited electrical power-power for the taking-power costing nothing to obtain and available to all men equally?”

“Tis very warm weather when one's in bed.”

“Homework is not an option. My bed is sending out serious nap rays. I can't help myself. The fluffy pillows and warm comforter are more powerful than I am. I have no choice but to snuggle under the covers.”

“But what I really want is to just swim around in a warm baby pool of these friends, jump in their dry leaf pile-to rub them all over myself, without words and clothes.”

“Nearly unlimited supernatural power, and all you do is use it to watch reruns. What a waste.”

“Do not put such unlimited powers in the hands of the husband, Remember all men would be tyrants if they could.”

“Unlimited exploitation of cheap labour-power is the sole foundation of their power to compete.”

“But it was my parents I longed for mostly. I wanted to be a little girl again and cuddle into them, wriggling in between them like I'd done in their bed when I was three or four, snug and warm in the safest place in the world.

Instead I had Hell.”

“Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.”