By The Usual Reckoning, The Worst Books

I'm Too Drunk To Recall Much Of What I've Said. Which, Come To Think Of It, Is Probably Just As Well, Judging By The Way People Who Are Normally Quite Sensible Dissolve Into Gibbering, Rude, Opinionated And Bombastic Idiots Once The Alcohol Molecules In Their Bloom-stream Outnumber The Neutrons, Or Whatever. Luckily, One Only Notices This If One Stays Sober Oneself, So The Solution Is As Pleasant (at The Time, At Least) As It Is Obvious.

Reason Shapes The Future, But Superstition Infects The Present.

What Is Any Achievement, However Great It Was, Once Time Itself Is Dead?

If This Goes Badly And I Make A Crater, I Want It Named After Me!

You Have To Have Something Worth Saying And Then The Ability To Say It- Writing's A Double Skill, Really.