To Say More, Is To Say Less.

Why Let Them Order You About? Why Let Them Tell You To Hurry And Scurry Like Ants Or Maggots? Take Your Time! Saunter A While! Enjoy The Sunshine, Enjoy The Breeze, Let Life Carry You At Your Own Pace! Don't Be Slaves Of Time, It's A Helluva Way To Die, Slowly, By Degrees...down With The Ticktockman!

The Trap Into Which All Writers Have, Will, Or Should Fall Into, Of Writing The Great American Watchamacallit, Is Such An Uncluttered And Inviting One That From Time To Time I'm Sure Even The Greatest Have To Pull Themselves Up Short By The Shift Key To Remind Themselves That It Is Story First That They Should Write.

The Real Name For 'science' Is Magic.

You're A Writer. And That's Something Better Than Being A Millionaire. Because It's Something Holy.

Perfection. Excellence. What A Passionate Lover. But Once Having Tasted The Lips Of Excellence, Once Having Given Oneself To Its Perfection, How Dreary And Burdensome And Filled With Anomie Are The Remainder Of One's Waking Hours Trapped In The Shackled Lock-step Of The Merely Ordinary, The Barely Acceptable, The Just Okay And Not A Stroke Better.