Old Saws Have No Teeth.

In Books, As In Life, There Are No Second Chances. On Second Thought: Its The Next Work, Still To Be Written, That Offers The Second Chance.

I Can't Claim To Be Disenchanted "with The Current State Of Fiction" Because I Read So Little Of It. My Reading Is Mostly Drawn To History.

Death Persecutes Before It Executes.

Life Is That Which - Pressingly, Persistently, Unfailingly, Imperially - Interrupts.

To Imagine The Unimaginable Is The Highest Use Of The Imagination