Luck, Like A Russian Car, Generally Only

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

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

I Try And Do 2,500 Words A Day, Every Day Of The Year

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

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?