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I didn't build into a model. I just sort of became one.

Cynical is the name we give those we fear may be laughing at us.

You've just had the most imponderable joy of watching charlieissocoollike, which makes you, like, cool.

The fool doth think he is wise, yet it is the wise man that knows himself to be the fool As You Like It, Act 5, Scene 1

The Gay News critic wrote that I 'carried the lilt of the Irish without the brogue'.

I hate it when people say swearing isn't necessary. Things not being necessary is what makes life interesting, the little extras in life.

To use a distinction made by E. M. Forster when talking about people in novels, the world now went from flat characters to rounded characters—to the development of personalities whose actions could surprise. The fun began.

Such attitudes are grotesque, impudent and irrelevant. 'Could do better' is a meaningless conclusion. 'Could be happier' is the only one that counts.

That's an interesting point,' said Adrian, 'in the sense of not being interesting at all.

Get into the Carmichael car, Michael Carmichael … get into the Carmichael car, Michael Carmichael.

You're on the list. If you had anything to do with this piece of shit then you are in trouble.

1725. The year of The Tour Seasons. The year that Peter the Great became less so, in that he died.

all nations twist history and cleanse their heroes in order to express an ideal to live up to.

Well, there is one thing. Perhaps you could change the child's name." "Change his name?" said Amphitryon. "How would that help?" "If you were to call him 'Hera's glory' for instance? 'Hera's pride.'" And so it was decided. From now on Alcides would be called Heracles.

Art matters. Happiness matters. Love matters. Good matters. Evil matters. Slam the fridge door. They are the only things that matter and they are of course precisely the things that science goes out of its way to ignore.

Miss D'Alroy, you could charm a dog off of a butcher's wagon. I can't imagine the manager who'd turn you away.

I'm the archetype of a disabled genius, or should I say a physically challenged genius, to be politically correct. At least I'm obviously physically challenged. Whether I'm a genius is more open to doubt.

So Hamlet was quite right. We could be bounded in a nutshell and count ourselves kings of infinite space.

Real gravitons make up what classical physicists would call gravitational waves, which are very weak—and so difficult to detect that they have not yet been observed. The

the statement "All uranium-235 spheres are less than a mile in diameter" could be thought of as a law of nature because, according to what we know about nuclear physics, once a sphere of uranium-235 grew to a diameter greater than about six inches, it would demolish itself in a nuclear explosion. Hence we can be sure that such spheres do not exist. (Nor would it be a good idea to try to make one!)

So some might imagine that I am an expert on time, although of course these days an expert is not necessarily a good thing to be.

As the poet Alexander Pope said: Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.

It would be a poor sort of immortality, however, because any personal concept of time for the astronaut would almost certainly come to an end as he was torn apart inside the black hole!

In conclusion, rapid space travel and travel back in time can't be ruled out according to our present understanding. They would cause great logical problems, so let's hope there's a Chronology Protection Law to prevent people going back and killing their parents.