A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words? A

Twiddle-twiddle Away At My Softly Clicky Keyboard For A While, Making Twiddly Adjustments All Along- And Then Print What I Have Twiddled. Glare At The Printout And Snarl And Curse And Scribble Almost Illegibly All Over It With A Ballpoint Pen. Go Back To The Machine And Enter The Scribbles. Repeat This Procedure Until I Hate The Very Meaning Of Every Word I Know.

New York Walking Isn't Exercise: It's A Continually Showing Make-your-own Movie.

Any Given Generation Gives The Next Generation Advice That The Given Generation Should Have Been Given By The Previous Generation But Now It's Too Late.

Perhaps The Truth Is That Heavy Literature Blooms In Extremes Of Temperature.

I Always Wanted To Win The Super Bowl So I Could Take It And Hold It And See What Lies Beyond It. I Think It May Be The Sun.