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

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

Not very good with death? Father was a military man, and military men lived with death; lived for death; lived on death. To a professional soldier, oddly enough, death was life.

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

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.

Whenever I'm with other people, part of me shrinks a little. Only when I am alone can I fully enjoy my own company.

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.