Human Beings Can Get Used

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?

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

Love Is An Optical Illusion That Makes You Believe The Object Of Your Affection Is The Most Beautiful Person In The World.

Mostly I Sit At Home In The Evenings Watching The Box And Hoping That One Day I'll Evolve Into Plankton.

American-style Iced Tea Is The Perfect Drink For A Hot