Love and magic are like oil and water--they just don't mix.

Sorry," [Hamlet] said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything.

Everything comes to an end. A good bottle of wine, a summer’s day, a long-running sitcom, one’s life, and eventually our species. The question for many of us is not that everything will come to an end but when. And can we do anything vaguely useful until it does?

He was, after all, the ultimate rebel -- it takes a lot of cojones to stand up to Zeus.

The government was to raise the duty on cheese to 83 percent, an unpopular move that would doubtless have the more militant citizens picketing cheese shops.

If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.

Cash is always the deciding factor in such matters of moral politics; nothing ever gets done unless motivated by commerce or greed.