And Suddenly The World Was Filled With

I Believe The Root Of All Evil Is Abuse Of Power.

I Stop Working At About 3 P.m. On Fridays.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.

I Didn't Invent Forensic Science And Medicine. I Just Was One Of The First People To Recognize How Interesting It Is.