When Belief In A God Dies, The

The Trap Into Which All Writers Have, Will, Or Should Fall Into, Of Writing The Great American Watchamacallit, Is Such An Uncluttered And Inviting One That From Time To Time I'm Sure Even The Greatest Have To Pull Themselves Up Short By The Shift Key To Remind Themselves That It Is Story First That They Should Write.

Repent, Harlequin," Said The Ticktock Man. "get Stuffed," The Harlequin Replied.

I See All. I Hear All. I Know All. And I Spend A Great Deal Of Time In The Bathroom.

I'm Nothing. Nothing At All Without Writing. Without Truth, My Truth, The Only Truth I Know, It's All A Gambol In The Pasture Without Rhythm Or Sense.

Love Ain't Nothing But Sex Misspelled.