Luck, like a Russian car, generally only works if you push it.

Everything is out there if you know how to find it, and have the patience. I don't and haven't, but that's my problem

Luck, like a Russian car, generally only works if you push it.

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?

In spite of really intense competition for the job, I'm still my own worst enemy.

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.

The best definition of an immortal is someone who hasn't died yet.