Good Moods’re As Fragile As Eggs...bad Moods’re

... But It Is Attitude, Not Years, That Condemns One To The Ranks Of The Undead, Or Else Proffers Salvation. In The Domain Of The Young There Dwells Many An Undead Soul. They Rush About So, Their Inner Putrefaction Is Concealed For A Few Decades, That Is All.

...now I'm A Spent Firework; But At Least I've Been A Firework.

Under The Enrichment Laws, Consumers Have To Spend A Fixed Quota Of Dollars Each Month, Depending On Their Strata. Hoarding Is An Anti-corpocratic Crime.

For Me, Novels Coalesce Into Being, Rather Than Arrive Fully Formed.

Human Hunger Birthed The Civlize, But Human Hunger Killed It Too.