Everybody has a theory.

Why haven't we fixed sick yet? You scientists there-- put down those starfish and HELP us. I hereby demand that all the people who are good at math make the world free of illness. The rest of us will write you epic poems and staple them together into a booklet.

Beef. Yes. Roast beef. It's the Swedish term for beef that is roasted.

Arguing with somebody is never pleasant, but sometimes it is useful and necessary to do so.

It is not always the job of people shouting outside impressive buildings to solve problems. It is often the job of the people inside, who have paper, pens, desks, and an impressive view.

People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.

Death is something you cannot escape, such as death, or a cheesecake that has curdled, both of which always turn up sooner later.