I don't read the Sunday papers; or the dailies, either

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?

Love is an optical illusion that makes you believe the object of your affection is the most beautiful person in the world.

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

Telling lies is a bit like tiling bathrooms - if you don't know how to do it properly, it's best not to try.

I try and do 2,500 words a day, every day of the year

New technology is useful, but it's inefficient and ugly; it knows it'll be obsolete by lunchtime tomorrow, so it has no incentive to be anything else