Stupidity has a price and it always gets paid.

The powerful have received their share of the world's attention even when their power has been shown as sheer evil. The victim's remain the faceless masses. Numbers. Mass graves. These monsters have fertilized our century with the mass graves of their victims and it is time that the powerless had names and faces -- and voices.

Wilkie Collins was a rival and competitor of Dickens. His novel Moonstone sold more copies at the time than Dickens' last two books. But that meant nothing in the long run. Right now, to be honest, Wilkie Collins is what he deserved to be back then: a footnote, an almost lost memory. And he knew he would become that.

If everyone could understand the working of a psychopath's mind, we undoubtedly would be closer to insanity ourselves.

If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include the truth of contact or be forever hollow.

It's odd how violence and humor so often go together, isn't it?

Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.