As in my other works of fiction: All persons living and dead are purely coincidental, and should not be construed. No names have been changed to protect the innocent. Angels protect the innocent as a matter of Heavenly routine.

All the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.

Trust a crowd to look at the wrong end of a miracle every time.

Some jerk infected the Internet with an outright lie. It shows how easy it is to do and how credulous people are.

You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,’I am here, I am here, I am here.

Beer, of course, is actually a depressant, but poor people will never stop hoping otherwise.