Make-up Covers A Multitude Of Sins.

I Think Telling Stories Is Like Pushing Something. Pushing Against Uncreation Itself, Maybe.

They Walked Through The Rainy Dark Like Gaunt Ghosts, And Garraty Didn't Like To Look At Them. They Were The Walking Dead.

A Man Without A Sense Of Purpose, Even One Whose Bank Accounts Are Stuffed With Money, Is Always A Small Man.

But This Wealth Of Information Produced Little Or No Insight.

Your First Impulse Is To Share Good News, Your Second Is To Club Someone With It.