I've Heard Tell That What You Imagine

Hooray!" Said The Chief Of The Army. "let's Blow Everyone Up! Bang-bang! Bang-bang!

Two Hours Of Writing Fiction Leaves This Writer Completely Drained. For Those Two Hours He Has Been In A Different Place With Totally Different People.

Careful Those Who Fight With Monsters, That They Might Become Monsters Themeselves.

I Was Observing Her Closely As I Talked, And After A While I Began To Get The Impression That She Was Not, In Fact, Quite So Merry And Smiling A Girl As I Had Been Led To Believe At First. She Seemed To Be Coiled In Herself, As Though With A Secret She Was Jealously Guarding. The Deep-blue Eyes Moved Too Quickly About The Room, Never Settling Or Resting On One Thing For More Than A Moment; And Over All Her Face, Though So Faint That They Might Not Even Have Been There, Those Small Downward Lines Of Sorrow.

The Life Of A Writer Is Absolute Hell Compared To The Life Of A Businessman.