Every book should have a romance.

We were developing a machine that used egg white, heat and sugar to synthesize methanol when a power surge caused an implosion. Owens was meringued. By the time we chipped him out the poor chap had expired.

The barriers between reality and fiction are softer than we think; a bit like a frozen lake. Hundreds of people can walk across it, but then one evening a thin spot develops and someone falls through; the hole is frozen over by the following morning.

Governments and fashions come and go but Jane Eyre is for all time.

The Goliath Corporation was to altruism what Genghis Khan was to soft furnishings.

Literary detection and firearms don't really go hand in hand; pen mighter than the sword and so forth.

For a taste that's a bit more distinct, eat a bird before it's extinct.