The very best people are like that. They don't entangle you like flypaper.

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

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

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.

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

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

I was learning that among friends, a smile can be better than a belly laugh.