I was an early reader, and my grandmother, who as a child had been forbidden to read by a father who believed books to be frivolous time-wasters, delighted in putting her favorite volumes into her grandchildren's hands.

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

Compared with my life Cinderella was a spoiled brat.

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

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

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

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.