I Turned My Home State Of Florida

Bink Knew The Dolphin Only From Old Pictures; It Was A Kind Of Magic Fish That Breathed Air Instead Of Water.

Never Thought I'd See The Day When Death Was Denied. That Leaves Taxes As The Only Certainty.

Sf Is The Literature Of The Theoretically Possible, And F Is The Literature Of The Impossible.

She Looked Around. "oh, I've Just Got To Hug Somebody! You!" And She Hugged Puck, The Little Ghost Horse. "and You." She Hugged Pook, And Peek, And Even The Nose Of The Moat Monster. "but Not You," She Decided, Encountering The Zombie.

One Reason I Don't Suffer Writer's Block Is That I Don't Wait On The Muse, I Summon It At Need.