One thing that has made a big comeback just recently is this business of speaking with the dead. To my innocent mind, 'dead' implies incapable of communicating.

To make sure that my blasphemy is thoroughly expressed, I hereby state my opinion that the notion of a god is a basic superstition, that there is no evidence for the existence of any god(s), that devils, demons, angels and saints are myths, that there is no life after death, heaven nor hell, that the Pope is a dangerous, bigoted, medieval dinosaur, and that the Holy Ghost is a comic-book character worthy of laughter and derision.

The problem with experiments has always been that human beings make the decisions on whether or not the animals have benefitted from the treatment.

The New Age? Its just the old age stuck in a microwave oven for fifteen seconds.

The market for nonsense is infinite.

To recognize that nature has neither a preference for our species nor a bias against it takes only a little courage.

Uri Geller may have psychic powers by means of which he can bend spoons; if so, he appears to be doing it the hard way.