Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.

If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.

If a god showed up every time you put a quarter in the prayer slot it wouldn't be God, it would be a puppet that you could control by doing that...that would make the deity subservient to you. So it wouldn't be a deity would it?

Science fiction, to me, has not only things that wouldn't happen, but other planets.

You hear doom and gloom about the Internet ruining young people's command of English - that's nonsense.

I grew up amongst biologists.

The cemetery has ... an inscription: 'Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will Fear No Evil, For Thou Art With Me.' Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a slippery character. Every Thou I've known has had a way of going missing.