Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.

The only way I can possibly heat my so-called mind up to working temperature is to imagine I'm talking to someone I admire.

Any chance beats no chance.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.

I've had too many experiences in my life of being the first woman in some damned occupation.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.