I'm so great even I get tongue-tied talking to myself.

The great thing about being the only species that makes a distinction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.

There's always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.

To give real service you must add something which cannot be bought or measured with money, and that is sincerity and integrity.

Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?

Time doesn't necessarily happen in chronological order.

If you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything said to you in any form of language.