If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Would Ride.

Death Should Be A Celebration. Like A Birthday. I Want To Go Up Like A Rocket When My Time Comes, And Fall Down In A Cloud Of Stars, And Hear Everyone Go: Ahh!

As Authors, We All Expect Criticism From Time To Time, And We All Have Our Ways Of Coping With Unfriendly Reviews.

A Few Hundred Years Ago There Were No Differences Between Magic And Medicine.

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

Library-denigrators, Pay Heed:suggesting That The Internet Is A Viable Substitute For Libraries Is Like Saying Porn Could Replace Your Wife.