E-mails are the new herpes: You never get rid of them.

Oil they would buy from anyone. From Satan.

That's the beauty of argument, if you argue correctly, you're never wrong.

Who needs evidence when you've got the Internet?

How many times had those awful words - "I know what I'm doing" - been uttered throughout history as prelude to disaster?

One realization does dawn upon the death of the second parent, namely that you've now moved into the green room to the River Styx. You're next.

The best advice on writing I've ever received was from William Zinsser: 'Be grateful for every word you can cut.'