Nature Abhors A Lot Of

Little Crimes Breed Big Crimes. You Smile At Little Crimes And Then Big Crimes Blow Your Head Off.

If You Put Butter And Salt On It, It Tastes Like Salty Butter.

Thinking. This Book Contains Some. Whether You Try It At Home Is Up To You.

I Intend, Before The Endgame Looms, To Die Sitting In A Chair In My Own Garden With A Glass Of Brandy In My Hand And Thomas Tallis On The Ipod. Oh, And Since This Is England, I Had Better Add, "if Wet, In The Library." Who Could Say That This Is Bad?

I'd Like To Walk On The Moon (and Return).