The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

If someone wrote it and it had a peculiar twist, I've read it.

We are coming out of a century that was taught that one way of looking at the world, that one form of behavior, is as valid as another. The idea of true evil has been blown away.

Love and sausage are alike. Can never have enough of either.

I fall down on the side of free will, simply because if you look at where I came from, and what I was able to do in my life, what was able to happen.

Then what are you? An electronic Hannibal Lector? You can't eat my liver with fava beans through a modem, you know.

My wife is my first audience. She's a tough lady, so I can't say that I ever scare her. Except, of course, when she sees me the way I look before breakfast.