If something wants to be a story, it will be.

But I quite like the way you can talk about science without necessarily using mathematics, but using metaphors instead.

I think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply "there is a book.

Homeopaths argue that water has a memory.

But the ground shakes, as if something's trying to push up from below, and I think of other people's mothers shaking out their duvets or even God shaking out the fabric of space-time.

I sit up in bed slowly, feeling the disappointment trickle away like puddles after a rain shower.

I feel like crying. There's something so sad about broken concrete.

There's something romantic about it, of course, in the way only other people's lives can be.

Nothing means anything but you still have to follow the rules.

The sky is grey, with a thin TV-static drizzle that hangs in the air like it's been freeze-framed.

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.

It is not how much money or luxury you avail a child that counts, but how well you nurture and raise the child to become useful, and a more productive individual in the society that matters

Values will be adjusted, and enterprising people will pick up the wrecks from less competent people.

I wouldn't mind seeing someone erase my record of hitting into four triple plays.

Money, says the proverb, makes money. When you have got a little, it is often easy to get more.

If you look at the evolution of games from console to Internet to mobile, and look at social networking from Web to mobile, everything is fragmenting.

The unemployment numbers are down to the lowest in 25 years.... The principle credit goes to Janet Reno, who continued to appoint special prosecutors.

I have learnt to appreciate the clarity of English language.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it without a sense of ironic futility.

Computer modelling for weather forecasting, and indeed for climate forecasting, has reached its limits.

What do you take me for? A fourteen karat sucker?