Weapons Are Like Money; No One Knows

For Myself And My Loved Ones, I Want The Heat, Which Comes At The Speed Of Light. I Don't Want To Have To Hang About For The Blast, Which Idles Along At The Speed Of Sound.

I Would Never Write About Someone That Forced Me To Write At A Lower Register Than What I Can Write.

Screw-top Wine Has Improved The Quality Of Life By About Ten Percent, Wouldn't You Say?

Each Life Is A Game Of Chess That Went To Hell On The Seventh Move(...)

When Communism Failed, It Wasn't A Good Idea That Had Gone Wrong, It Was A Bad Idea That Had Been Sustained With Incredible Determination In The Face Of All The Commonsense Arguments, And At The Cost Of 20 Million Lives At Least, In Russia, To Build The Socialist Utopia.