I Have The Death Sentence In Seven

I Got Oedipus Off The Incest Charge--technicality, Of Course--he Didn't Know It Was His Mother At The Time.

If It Weren't For Greed, Intolerance, Hate, Passion And Murder, You Would Have No Works Of Art, No Great Buildings, No Medical Science, No Mozart, No Van Gough, No Muppets And No Louis Armstrong.

I Suggest We Depict Penguins As Callous And Unfeeling Creatures Who Insist On Bringing Up Their Children In What Is Little More Than A Large Chest Freezer.

Reading, I Had Learned, Was As Creative A Process As Writing, Sometimes More So. When We Read Of The Dying Rays Of The Setting Sun Or The Boom And Swish Of The Incoming Tide, We Should Reserve As Much Praise For Ourselves As For The Author. After All, The Reader Is Doing All The Work - The Writer Might Have Died Long Ago.

You Many Have Noticed I Have A Temper ... But When I Calmed Down, I Realized That This World, Blighted And Imperfect As It Is, Would Be Better With You In It.