Everything Stinks Until It's Finished.

I'm Afraid That Sometimes You'll Play Lonely Games Too. Games You Can't Win 'cause You'll Play Against You.

It Has Often Been Said There’s So Much To Be Read, You Never Can Cram All Those Words In Your Head. So The Writer Who Breeds More Words Than He Needs Is Making A Chore For The Reader Who Reads. That's Why My Belief Is The Briefer The Brief Is, The Greater The Sigh Of The Reader's Relief Is. And That's Why Your Books Have Such Power And Strength. You Publish With Shorth! (shorth Is Better Than Length.)

Oh, The Things You Can Find If You Don't Stay Behind!

You Can Get So Confused That You'll Start In To Race Down Long Wiggled Roads At A Break-necking Pace And Grind On For Miles Across Weirdish Wild Space, Headed, I Fear, Toward A Most Useless Place. The Waiting Place.

Don't Live To Please Everyone. Embrace Those Who Enjoy Your Company And To Hell With The Haters.