I Can't Start Writing Until I Have

The Enemy Is Anybody Who's Going To Get You Killed, No Matter Which Side He's On.

I Don't Understand The Process Of Imagination-though I Know That I Am Very Much At Its Mercy.

There Was No Telling What People Might Find Out Once They Felt Free To Ask Whatever Questions They Wanted To.

And Anything Worth Dying For

How Did I Get Here? Somebody Pushed Me. Somebody Must Have Set Me Off In This Direction And Clus-ters Of Other Hands Must Have Touched Themselves To The Controls At Various Times, For I Would Not Have Picked This Way For The World.