The elevator shaft was a kind of heat sink. Hot food was cold by the time it arrived. Cold food got colder. No one knew what would happen to ice cream, but it would probably involve some rewriting of the laws of thermodynamics.

You were safe on a troll. Anyone wanting to mug a troll would have to use a building on a stick.

I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.

Students, eh? Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't hit them with a shovel!

This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do.

So much universe, and so little time.

This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That’s why everything is exactly the wrong way around.