I watched the entire O.J. Simpson trial, and he was guilty.

I learned everything I know about plot from Dame Agatha (Christie).

Barbie's one of those fads whose popularity makes you lose all faith in the human race.

The entire range of human experience is present in a church choir, including, but not restricted to jealousy, revenge, horror, pride, incompetence (the tenors have never been on the right note in the entire history of church choirs, and the basses have never been on the right page), wrath, lust and existential despair.

There are some things worth giving up anything for, even your freedom, and getting rid of your period is definitely one of them.

I was on a walking tour of Oxford colleges once with a group of bored and unimpressable tourists. They yawned at Balliol's quad, T.E. Lawrence's and Churchill's portraits, and the blackboard Einstein wrote his E=mc2 on. Then the tour guide said, 'And this is the Bridge of Sighs, where Lord Peter proposed (in Latin) to Harriet,' and everyone suddenly came to life and began snapping pictures. Such is the power of books.

I hate sequels. They're never as good as the first book.