The Sky Was The Color Of Edgar

Dreams Don't Come True. Dreams Are True.

Why Procrastinate When You Can Precognitate?

I Can't Remember Exactly The First Thing I Wrote, But One Of The Stories, Was About A Pilot Whose Plane Crashed On A Desert Island, And The Only Other Life On The Island Was A Brown Cow With Yellow Spots. The Cow Had... To Survive, Had Taught Itself To Eat And Get Nutriments From Sand. I Guess, I've Always Been Interested In Adaptability And Taking Whatever Life Hands You And Running With It.

When I Sit Down To Write, I Just Let The Goose Out Of The Bottle.

Those Who Shun The Whimsy Of Things Will Experience Rigor Mortis Before Death.