There Will Be No Floating Waway. There

Writing Fiction Is The Act Of Weaving A Series Of Lies To Arrive At A Greater Truth.

It Is Now Your Duty To Hone That Talent, Because A Person Who Wastes His God-given Talents Is A Donkey.

Beauty Is An Enormous, Unmerited Gift Given Randomly, Stupidly.

My Father And I Did Work For A While At The Flea Market And There Really Are Rows Of Afghans Working There, Some Of Whom I Am Related To.

But Time, It Is Like Charm. You Never Have As Much As You Think.