I Write Every Day. I'm Always In

I Never Let The Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth!

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?

After All, We Fought The Yanks In 1812 And Kicked Them The Hell Out Of Our Country - But Not With Blanks.

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

I Believe In God The Way My Dog Does