Finished Products Are For Decadent Minds.

Rejection Slips, Or Form Letters, However Tactfully Phrased, Are Lacerations Of The Soul, If Not Quite Inventions Of The Devil-but There Is No Way Around Them.

Oh, For A Pin That Would Puncture Pretension!

Having Reached 451 Books As Of Now Doesn't Help The Situation. If I Were To Be Dying Now, I Would Be Murmuring, "too Bad! Only Four Hundred Fifty-one." (those Would Be My Next-to-last Words. The Last Ones Will Be: "i Love You, Janet.") [they Were. -janet.]

I Write For The Same Reason I Breathe - Because If I Didn't, I Would Die.

It Is Change Continuing Change, Inevitable Change That Is The Dominant Factor In Society Today.