We were developing a machine that used egg white, heat and sugar to synthesize methanol when a power surge caused an implosion. Owens was meringued. By the time we chipped him out the poor chap had expired.
Quarkbeasts, for all their fearsome looks, are obedient to a fault. They are nine-tenths velociraptor and kitchen blender and one-tenth Labrador. It was the Labrador tenth that I valued most.
How many people want to read about three disreputable pigs and a dopey wolf with a disposition towards house demolition?
Cash is always the deciding factor in such matters of moral politics; nothing ever gets done unless motivated by commerce or greed.
Librarying is a harder profession than the public realizes, he said. People think it’s all rubber stamps, knowing that Dewey 521 is celestial mechanics and saying ‘Try looking under fiction’ sixty eight times a day.
Without unscrambled eggs, there was no time travel, no more depredation of the Now, and we could look to a brighter future of long-term thought – and more reading.
Palindrome as well. My sister’s name is Hannah. Father liked word games. He was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.
He was, after all, the ultimate rebel – it takes a lot of cojones to stand up to Zeus.
There are a lot of idiots in this country, and they deserve representation as much as the next man.
Prejudice is a product of ignorance that hides behind barriers of tradition.
I shouldn’t believe anything I say, if I were you-and that includes what I just told you.
For a taste that’s a bit more distinct, eat a bird before it’s extinct.
We’re in a psuedoscientific technobabble.
Yes, and imagine a world where there were no hypothetical situations.
I suggest we depict penguins as callous and unfeeling creatures who insist on bringing up their children in what is little more than a large chest freezer.
Humpty had always sat on walls, it was his way.
I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.
Failure concentrates the mind wonderfully. If you don’t make mistakes, you’re not trying hard enough.
Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It’s the crack cocaine of the literary world.
I collect ex-boyfriends – and more than five, at last count.