All My Stories Are Webs Of Style

The Tiny Madman In His Padded Cell.

...for The Human Brain Can Become The Best Torture House Of All Those It Has Invented, Established And Used In A Millions Of Years, In Millions Of Lands, On Millions Of Howling Creatures.

By God, I Could Make Myself Bring Her That Economically Halved Grapefruit, That Sugarless Breakfast.

There Is Only One Real Number: One. And Love, Apparently, Is The Best Exponent Of This Singularity.

Some Might Think That The Creativity, Imagination, And Flights Of Fancy That Give My Life Meaning Are Insanity.