The villain of any story is often the most compelling character.

Lies are just another kind of storytelling, but with the very distinct and enlivening motive of desperation. Since writers are by nature desperate creatures, they usually do a pretty good (or pretty awful, but always interesting) job of lying.

It seems that every generation needs its public, tweedy, literary personality to sell its consumer electronics. To whatever degree I can live up to the Plimptonian legacy, I am humble and proud.

A stopped clock is correct twice a day, but a sundial can be used to stab someone, even at nighttime.

You wouldn't want to live a life in which you are loved or approved by all people on Earth or even within your own geodetic dome full of your jumpsuited followers.

Just because you see an iceberg does not mean that there isn't global warming.

I would say aside from Moxie soda bottles and Masonic artifacts, there's nothing I really collect.