It's Not Morbid To Talk About Death.

A True Beanie Should Have A Propellor On The Top.

There's That Lovely Thing For The First Month Or Two Of Writing A New Book: Ok, I Don't Know What That Character's Going To Do, But We'll Find Out Later. After About Three Or Four Months You Come To That Bit Where You've Got To Put Some Plot In Before It's Too Late, And You Have To Go Back And Start Inserting Plot, And, Ooh, I've Left Out The Literature, Ok, Lets Put Some In.

This Isn't Life In The Fast Lane, It's Life In The Oncoming Traffic.

The Figures Looked More Or Less Human. And They Were Engaged In Religion. You Could Tell By The Knives (it's Not Murder If You Do It For A God).

We Are Here And It Is Now. The Way I See It Is, After That, Everything Tends Towards Guesswork.