When The Academy Called, I Panicked. I

That’s One Of The Nice Things About Writing, Or Any Art; If The Thing’s Real, It Just Lives.

Interestingly, According To Modern Astronomers, Space Is Finite. This Is A Very Comforting Thought-particularly For People Who Can Never Remember Where They Have Left Things.

Then Job Fell To His Knees And Cried To The Lord, "thine Is The Kingdom And The Power And Glory. Thou Hast A Good Job. Don't Blow It."

Life Is Like A Concentration Camp... You Can't Leave Without Dying.

There Have Been Times When I've Thought About It - But With My Luck It Would Probably Turn Out To Be Only A Temporary Solution.