I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die. — Isaac Asimov - Isaac Asimov

You wash your hands, don't you?"

Bayley's eyes dropped to his hands. They were as clean as need be. "Yes," he said.

"All right. I suppose it's a measure of instability to feel such revulsion at dirty hands as to be unable to clean an oily mechanism by hand even in a emergency. Still, in the ordinary course of living, the revulsion keeps you clean, which is good.

But acting like a bully doesn't make you less helpless. It just makes you a helpless bully.

People say 'It's as plain as the nose on your face.' But how much of the nose on your face can you see, unless someone holds a mirror up to you?