Telling Lies Is A Bit

After All, What Else Is Scientific Enquiry Of Any Sort Other Than A Controlled Version Of Banging One's Head Against The Universe Until Something Gives?

In Spite Of Really Intense Competition For The Job, I'm Still My Own Worst Enemy.

Not Only Had He Lost The Only Girl He'd Ever Loved, He'd Lost Her In Duplicate, Like Some Heartbroken But Highly Efficient Civil Servant.

Poetry Is One Of The Few Nasty Childhood Habits I've Managed To Grow Out Of

The Best Definition Of An Immortal Is Someone Who Hasn't Died Yet.