I Felt A Bit Bookish, Cut Off

You'd Type Like Hell. I Spent $9.80 And In Nine Days I Had Fahrenheit 451.

This Afternoon, Burn Down The House. Tomorrow, Pour Critical Water Upon The Simmering Coals. Time Enough To Think And Cut And Rewrite Tomorrow. But Today-explode-f Ly-apart-disint Egrate! The Other Six Or Seven Drafts Are Going To Be Pure Torture. So Why Not Enjoy The First Draft, In The Hope That Your Joy Will Seek And Find Others In The World Who, By Reading Your Story, Will Catch Fire, Too?

Can't You Recognize The Human In The Inhuman?

I Feel Like I’ve Been Saving Up A Lot Of Things, And I Don’t Know What.

I Think The Only Way We Can Grow And Get On In This World Is To Accept The Fact We're Not Perfect And Live Accordingly.