I find myself having these conversations where I go...You know, the guy, in that place. The guy in the place with the thing, you know. And it becomes this game of charades. And then finally, we realize that I mean the Pope.

Granted, this system is insane, but we must not let sanity stand in the way of airport security.

The central point of this final chapter is that - follow my logic carefully here - unless you die, you will continue to get older. (It's insights like this that separate the professional book author from the person with a real job.)

When doctors describe pain as experiencing "discomfort," it's like saying Hiroshima experienced "urban renewal".

Dogs love to go for rides. A dog will happily get into any vehicle going anywhere.

I never start a section of the story without knowing how it will end. I also consciously try to shape the story as though it were a movie.

The major parties could conduct live human sacrifices on their podiums during prime time, and I doubt that anybody would notice.