I Tend To Close My Eyes When

True Heroics Must Be Carefully Planned - And Strenuously Avoided.

There Was A Sergeant At A Desk. I Knew He Was A Sergeant Because I Recognized The Marks On His Uniform, And I Knew It Was A Desk Because It's Always A Desk. There's Always Someone At A Desk, Except When It's A Table That Functions As A Desk. You Sit Behind A Desk, And Everyone Knows You're Supposed To Be There, And That You're Doing Something That Involves Your Brain. It's An Odd, Special Kind Of Importance. I Think Everyone Should Get A Desk; You Can Sit Behind It When You Feel Like You Don't Matter.

The Novel Should Be Understood As A Structure Built To Accommodate The Greatest Possible Amount Of Cool Stuff.

What's The Point Of Having Weak Enemies? They Just Waste Your Time.

One Man's Mistake Is Another Man's Opportunity.