The Most Beautiful Fighting Machine I Have

I Learned Never To Empty The Well Of My Writing, But Always To Stop When There Was Still Something There In The Deep Part Of The Well, And Let It Refill At Night From The Springs That Fed It.

After Writing A Story I Was Always Empty And Both Sad And Happy, As Though I Had Made Love.

I Am Glad We Do Not Have To Try To Kill The Stars.

Perhaps Wars Weren't Won Anymore. Maybe They Went On Forever. Maybe It Was Another Hundred Years' War.

The Smallest Coffins Are The Heaviest.