Incompetency Fed On Itself.

To Say That A Writer's Hold On Reality Is Tenuous Is An Understatement-it's Like Saying The Titanic Had A Rough Crossing. Writer's Build Their Own Realities, Move Into Them And Occasionally Send Letters Home. The Only Difference Between A Writer And A Crazy Person Is That A Writer Gets Paid For It.

Only People Who Haven't Lived Through A War Advocate It So Eagerly.

I'm All In Favor Of Keeping Dangerous Weapons Out Of The Hands Of Fools. Let's Start With Typewriters.

The Avalanche Of Time Sweeps Everything Before It. Every Individual Instant Hurtles Into Oblivion, Drowning Out The Obliteration Of The Instant Immediately Preceding It, And Then It Too Disappears Under The Onslaught Of The Next And The Next And The Next. When The Avalanche Has Shuddered Past For A Long Enough Time, The Perception Of The Past Evolves. Distant Events Grow Beyond Mere History And Take On The Weight Of Legend.

Imagine Yourself In The Scene. See What There Is To Be Seen. Listen To The Sounds. Touch The World. Smell The Air. Taste It. Use All Of Your Senses. Then Evoke Those Experiences For The Reader. If You Give The Audience The Flavor, They'll Flesh Out The Moment In Their Own Imaginations.