She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!
You can't have modern states based on ideas which have been out of date for a thousand years.
What can't be cured must be endured.
The glamour of being forbidden must not be underestimated.
In spite of all evidence that life is discontinuous, a valley of rifts, and that random chance plays a great part in our fates, we go on believing in the continuity of things, in causation and meaning. But we live on a broken mirror, and fresh cracks appear in its surface every day.
I get a lot of letters - a lot of letters saying, who knew that you were funny?