Suicidal Glory Is The Luxury Of The

Surely Only Correct Understanding Could Lead To Correct Action.

Mia Maz Glanced Aside In Concern At His Muffled Snort. "are You All Right?" "yes. Sorry," He Whispered. "i'm Just Having An Attack Of Limericks." Her Eyes Widened, And She Bit Her Lip; Only Her Deepening Dimple Betrayed Her. "shhh," She Said, With Feeling.

On The Sixth Day God Saw He Couldn't Do It All, So He Created Engineers

We Should Have Taken Our Chances Back Then, When We Were Young And Beautiful And Didn't Even Know It.

From Fried Witchetty Grubs To Gold-plated Turnips, When You're A Writer You Never Know What's Going To Appear On Your Plate Next. It Keeps A Woman Alert, It Does.