Poetry Is One Of The Few Nasty

Telling Lies Is A Bit Like Tiling Bathrooms - If You Don't Know How To Do It Properly, It's Best Not To Try.

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.

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.

There's All Sorts Of Things I Was Always Meaning To Get Around To - Learning To Play The Flute, Calculating The Square Root Of Nought, Going Mad - But I Just Didn't Have The Time.