The Unfortunate Thing About Working For Yourself

Who Owns A Man, Durnik?” The Blond Young Man Asked Sadly. “the One Who Rules Him, Or The One Who Pays Him?

Events Are Like Horses. Sometimes They Run Away. After They've Run For A While, Though, They'll Start To Walk Again. Then There'll Be A Time To Put Everything Together.

Will You Never Grow Up?" "i Doubt It, And I Certainly Hope Not.

You'll Drive Yourself Crazy If You Start Trying To Pry The Meaning Out Of Every Gust Of Wind Or Rain Squall. I'm Not Denying That There Might Actually Be A Few Signs That You Won't Want To Miss. Knowing The Difference Is The Tricky Part.

I'm A Storyteller, Not A Prophet. I'm Just Interested In A Good Story.