I Write To Escape ... To Escape

I Could Write Stories Just As Rotten.

I Have Discovered That The World Over, Unusual Weather Prevails At All Times Of The Year.

Yes, I Was A Fool, But I Was In Love, And Though I Was Suffering The Greatest Misery I Had Ever Known I Would Not Have Had It Otherwise For All The Riches Of Barsoom. Such Is Love, And Such Are Lovers Wherever Love Is Known.

We Are, All Of Us, Creatures Of Habit, And When The Seeeming Necessity For Schooling Ourselves In New Ways Ceases To Exist, We Fall Naturally And Easily Into The Manner And Customs Which Long Usage Has Implanted Ineradicably Within Us.

Imagination Is But Another Name For Super Intelligence.