Whenever I'm out-of-doors and find myself wanting to have a first-rate think, I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky.

One of the marks of a truly great mind, I had discovered, is the ability to feign stupidity on demand.

Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend.

If poisons were ponies, I'd put my money on cyanide.

The spectrum on the list is very broad. It includes leftists who think that whiny liberals should be stuffed in a sack and drowned.

I always knew that I wanted to work on my own material - something that would be more long-lasting than short-lived electronic transmissions.

As I stood outside in Cow Lane, it occurred to me that Heaven must be a place where the library is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No ... eight days a week.

Chicken fizz! O Lord, protect all of us who toil in the vineyards of experimental chemistry!

Compared with my life Cinderella was a spoiled brat.

I'm at that age where I watch such things with two minds, one that cackles at these capers and another that never gets much beyond a rather jaded and self-conscious smile, like the Mona Lisa.

Although it is pleasant to think about poison at any season, there is something special about Christmas, and I found myself grinning.

Don't expect everyone to admire this world is made up of hate and fire.

The universe would give you whatever you wanted if you twisted its arm hard enough.

Forever and an InstantForever and an instant met up one day, had a short but lovely talk, then each went on its way.

It delights me that I don't fit the stereotype of an actress.

In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri.

For a good life: Work like a dog. Eat like a horse. Think like a fox. And play like a rabbit.

Affirmation statements are going beyond the reality of the present into the creation of the future through the words you use in the now.

I do have pleasure when I'm writing. I mean, I'm aware of pleasure. And sometimes I make myself laugh, with a joke or something; or I feel gleeful.

You don't hate history, you hate the way it was taught to you in high school.

Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.