Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles,

From Fried Witchetty Grubs To Gold-plated Turnips, When You're A Writer You Never Know What's Going To Appear On Your Plate Next. It Keeps A Woman Alert, It Does.

I Wanted To Give You A Victory. But By Their Essential Nature Triumphs Can’t Be Given.

I Don’t Duel, Boy. I Kill As A Soldier Kills, Which Is As A Butcher Kills, As Quickly, Efficiently, And With As Least Risk To Myself As I Can Arrange.

What You Are Is A Question Only You Can Answer.

Ignorance Is Not Stupidity, But It Might As Well Be. And I Do Not Like Feeling Stupid.