I'd best head to the library. Research beckons.

From time to time, I am asked--by people with an alarming lack of tact--why a man like myself, who has demonstrated an affinity for working with children, has none of his own. Other people's children are quite enough, thank you.

To forgive is an act of compassion, Buffy. It's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it.

Tea is soothing. I wish to be tense.

Pardon me for finding the glass half full.

I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.

Books smell. Musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer, it has no texture, no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be...smelly.