Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

I Must Go Deeper And Even Stronger Into My Treasure Mine And Stint Nothing Of Time, Toil, Or Torture.

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.

If I Fished Only To Capture Fish, My Fishing Trips Would Have Ended Long Ago.

It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.