We Learn Only To Ask More Questions.

Never Fire A Laser At A Mirror.

I've Got Five Or Six Unpublished Stories Kicking Around Looking For Somebody To Buy Them.

There Had Been A Popular Joke On Freedom, Started By A Man Named Calder. Looking Down From Space, He Had Said, The Dominant Life Forms On Earth Were Obviously The Cereals And Other Grasses. They Occupied All The Most Desirable And Fertile Land; And They Had Tamed Insects And Animals To Care For Them. In Particular, They Had Domesticated The Bipeds To Nurture And Cultivate Them And To Save And Plant Their Seed. Now, Watching The Farmers, Alex Could Easily Imagine That They Were Worshiping And Genuflecting Before Their Masters.

Sometimes There's No Point In Giving Up.

The Reader Has Certain Rights. He Bought Your Story. Think Of This As An Implicit Contract. He's Entitled To Be Entertained, Instructed, Amused; Maybe All Three. If He Quits In The Middle, Or Puts The Book Down Feeling His Time Has Been Wasted, You're In Violation.