He Had Come To Believe That Life

I Think Telling Stories Is Like Pushing Something. Pushing Against Uncreation Itself, Maybe.

Was It Pretty? Your Country. . .your Land?" "it Was Beautiful," The Gunslinger Said. "there Were Fields And Forests And Rivers And Mists In The Morning. But That's Only Pretty. My Mother Used To Say That The Only Real Beauty Is Order And Love And Light.

I Work Until Beer O'clock.

I Am In Trouble Here. This Woman Is Not Right.

And Didn't They Say That, Although Curiosity Killed The Cat, Satisfaction Brought The Beast Back?