Sometimes the facts in my head get bored and decide to take a walk in my mouth. Frequently this is a bad thing.

Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

You’d best ask the lady boffin, sir,” Newkirk said. “Midshipmen aren’t allowed to have opinions.

People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that's the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.

There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.

Suddenly a pair of searchlights lanced out from the frigate. They swept across the dark expanse - bright knives slicing the night into pieces.