Actors, said Granny, witheringly. As if the world weren't full of enough history without inventing more.

The nice thing about your police procedural as opposed to your classic murder mystery is that in a murder mystery you don't know who did it. Whereas in a police procedural you know, you know everything often and you're watching the police home in.

These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.

She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

Why not? If enough people believe, you can be god of anything.

Everyone's heard of Erwin Schrodinger's famous thought experiment. You put a cat in a box with a bottle of poison, which many people would suggest is about as far as you need to go.

I see evil when I look in my shaving mirror. It is, philosophically, present everywhere in the universe in order, apparently, to highlight the existence of good. I think there is more to this theory, but I tend to burst out laughing at this point.