And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.

the whole of Victorian literature done up in grey paper & neatly tied with string

No comment” is a comment so I never really understood.

The world is divided into the ordinary and the extraordinary. The problem is deciding which is which.

For those who think religious people live in a constant state of fear and quaking, compare Ps 111:10 to Ps 112:7. There, you will find that the person who fears God will not fear anyone,...

We should expect nothing less from the language that was originally given by God, to His human family. Hebrew was the method that God chose for mankind to speak to Him, and Him to them....

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

The book of Jonah becomes an embarrassing and public reading of your family business. (page iii)

Not advisable is spread thickly over this entire situation.

…If you genuinely believe that only the death of a loved one can motivate a human being to take up a cause…then get your pathetic, cynical ass out of my way so I can do...

Comments are free but facts are sacred.

Drugs have a long history of use in magic in various cultures, and usually in the context of either ecstatic communal rituals or in personal vision quests. However compared to people in simple pastoral tribal...

Music is always a commentary on society.

You are what you read.

Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case “Big Shot” and “Bette Davis Eyes.” The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there...

The single best thing about coming out of the closet is that nobody can insult you by telling you what you’ve just told them.

Mr. Craig was not above talking politics occasionally, though he piqued himself rather on a wise insight than on specific information.

The phone rang. It was a familiar voice.It was Alan Greenspan. Paul O’Neill had tried to stay in touch with people who had served under Gerald Ford, and he’d been reasonably conscientious about it. Alan...

The club is too loud to talk, so after a couple of drinks, everyone feels like the centre of attention but completely cut off from participating with anyone else. You’re the corpse in an English...

If a man tells you that he is fond of the Imitation, view him with sudden suspicion; he is either a dabbler or a Saint.