Subtlety chases the obvious up a never-ending spiral and never quite catches it.
There is only one object on earth that frightens me: a physicist working on a new trick.
In a world that operates largely at random, coincidences are to be expected, but any one of them must always be mistrusted.
As between the intolerable and the merely distasteful, I must choose the latter.
I still can't decide which is more fun - reading or writing.
As a professional writer of detective stories, I string along with the ballplayers. I love a ball game.