If You Write Genre Fiction, You Follow

Everything Was Screaming: The Sea, The Wind, My Heart.

It Is Pointless To Say That This Or That Night Was The Worst Of My Life. I Have So Many Bad Nights To Choose From That I've Made None The Champion.

Nothing Beats Reason For Keeping Tigers Away. But Be Excessively Reasonable And You Risk Throwing Out The Universe With The Bathwater.

If You Stumble At Mere Believability, What Are You Living For? Isn't Love Hard To Believe?

I Love Canada...it Is A Great Country Much Too Cold For Good Sense, Inhabited By Compassionate, Intelligent People With Bad Hairdos.