My mind is like a racing engine, tearing itself to pieces because it is not connected up with the work for which it was built. Life is commonplace; the papers are sterile; audacity and romance...

I wouldn’t live in California. All that sun makes you sterile.

Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it’s a product of an assembly line.

Alex snorted as he packed the wound with sticky rice.”Is that stuff sterile?” Ted asked, staring at Alex.”They boil it, don’t they?” Alex said, not looking up from what he was doing.Ted’s frown deepened. “That...

Time… is an essential requirement for effective research. An investigator may be given a palace to live in, a perfect laboratory to work in, he may be surrounded by all the conveniences money can provide;...