Luck, like a Russian car, generally only works if you push it.
At any given time, ninety-nine-point-nine-five per cent of the human race are a confounded nuisance
Genies rarely have nightmares, for the same reason that elephants don't usually worry about being trampled underfoot. With the possible exception of bottles, there's nothing in the cosmos large enough or malicious enough to frighten them, or stupid enough to try.
In spite of really intense competition for the job, I'm still my own worst enemy.
Poetry is one of the few nasty childhood habits I've managed to grow out of
After all, what else is scientific enquiry of any sort other than a controlled version of banging one's head against the universe until something gives?