Count me not your friend but the enemy of your enemies.

I got done writing Ports of Call and suddenly realized I have far too much material for the book.

If religions are diseases of the human psyche, as the philosopher Grintholde asserts, then religious wars must be reckoned the resultant sores and cankers infecting the aggregate corpus of the human race. Of all wars, these are the most detestable, since they are waged for no tangible gain, but only to impose a set of arbitrary credos upon another's mind.

I become drunk as circumstances dictate.

Notice this rent in my garment; I am at a loss to explain its presence! I am even more puzzled by the existence of the universe.

In fact, almost every job you get somebody watching you.

It is useless, after all, to complain against inexorable reality.