My favorite thing in the world is a quiz show, 'University Challenge,' so you can see what kind of sad person I am.

No one else understands us 7th sense people. They regard us as freaks. When we point out illiterate mistakes, we are often aggressively instructed to 'get a life' by people who, interestingly, display no evidence of having lives themselves.

Nice clothes fall apart. Nice clocks don't work. Bits fall off the nice cooker. It is hard to accept that pricing is unrelated to quality, but it's plainly true. Nowadays, we pay the price that satisfies our particular personality type; and then we live with the painful consequences.

To those who care about punctuation, a sentence such as "Thank God its Friday" (without the apostrophe) rouses feelings not only of despair but of violence. The confusion of the possessive "its" (no apostrophe) with the contractive "it's" (with apostrophe) is an unequivocal signal of illiteracy and sets off a Pavlovian "kill" response in the average stickler.

I am not against marriage. I lived with someone for 11 years. But we weren't in love, and I thought that was quite important.

My favorite thing in the world is a quiz show, 'University Challenge,' so you can see what kind of sad person I am.

Punctuation marks are the traffic signals of language: they tell us to slow down, notice this, take a detour, and stop.