You Never Know When The Devil Might

On My 70th Birthday, I Was Asked How I Felt About Mankind's Prospects. This Is My Reply: We Are Behaving Like Yeasts In A Brewer's Vat, Multiplying Mindlessly While Greedily Consuming The Substance Of A Finite World. If We Continue To Imitate The Yeasts, We Will Perish As They Perish, Having Exhausted Our Resources And Poisoned Ourselves In The Lethal Brew Of Our Own Wastes. Unlike The Yeasts, We Have A Choice. What Will It Be?

Truth I Have No Trouble With, It's The Facts I Get All Screwed Up.

I Have To Go On Writing Because I Wouldn't Be Able To Go On Without Writing. It Is The Only Function That Works For Me, And Without That Function, I Would Die.

Mutt Enjoyed Traveling By Car, But He Was An Unquiet Passenger. He Suffered From The Delusion, Common To Dogs And Small Boys, That When He Was Looking Out The Right-hand Side, He Was Probably Missing Something Far More Interesting On The Left-hand Side.

Don't Make A Big Distinction Between Fiction And Non-fiction. These Are Arbitrary Distinctions.