You Can't Argue With Math, Carter. You'll

I Would Hope That My Writing's Cleaner Than It Was When I Started.

Okay, You're Right About That. But This Whole Ghost Thing's Irritating." "park Benches Are Irritating To You In Some Moods." "depends On Whether Or Not I Want To Sit Down.

Knowledge Is A Great Gift, And The Thirst To Seek It Even Greater. Use What You Know...head And Heart...you Are Not Made To Give Greater Weight To One Than The Other.

I Didn't Get Fired." "you Didn't Punch Your Boss And Get Fired From The Tribune? That's What I Heard." "i Punched What Could Loosely Be Called A Colleague For Cribbing My Notes On A Story And Since The Editor–who Happened To Be The Asshole's Uncle–took His Word Over Mine, I Quit." "to Write Books. Is It Fun?" "i Guess It Is." "i Bet You Killed The Asshole In The First One You Wrote." "you'd Be Right. Beat Him To Death With A Shovel. Very Satisfying.

He Looked Around When He Heard A Window-rattling Roar. "earthquake? Volcano? Nuclear War?" "beaver," Peter Told Him. "i Don't Care If It Is Alaska, You Don't Have Beavers Big Enough To Sound Like That.