What Is Technology?... It's Another God.

I Didn't Get Fired." "you Didn't Punch Your Boss And Get Fired From The Tribune? That's What I Heard." "i Punched What Could Loosely Be Called A Colleague For Cribbing My Notes On A Story And Since The Editor–who Happened To Be The Asshole's Uncle–took His Word Over Mine, I Quit." "to Write Books. Is It Fun?" "i Guess It Is." "i Bet You Killed The Asshole In The First One You Wrote." "you'd Be Right. Beat Him To Death With A Shovel. Very Satisfying.

She Surrounded Herself With Books At Work And At Home. Her Living Space Was A Testament To Her First And Abiding Love With Shelves Jammed With Books Tables Crowded With Them. She Saw Them Not Only As Knowledge Entertainment Comfort Even Sanity But As A Kind Of Artful Decoration.

Nothing Worthwhile Is Ever Without Complications.

I See You've Destroyed Another Police Vehicle. Perhaps You Now Hold The Record.

I Saw You Standing On A Veranda You'd Built With Your Own Hands. And I Loved You.