Jesus don't walk on water no more; his feet leak.

The feminist notion that the whole of human history has been nothing but a vast intricate conspiracy by men to enslave their wives, mothers, daughters, and sisters presents us with an intellectual neurosis for which we do not yet have a name.

In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.)

Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.

My computer tells me that in twenty-five years there will be no more computers.

There comes a time in the life of us all when we must lay aside our books or put down our tools and leave our place of work and walk forth on the road to meet the enemy face-to-face. Once and for all and at last

All serious writers want the obvious rewards: fame, money, women, love -- and most of all, an audience!