All Fears Are One Fear. Just The

It's Hard To Write A Good Plot, It's Very Hard.

I Hate The Computer. I Hate Their Spell-check. I Won't Ever Do E-mail.

The Terror And Beauty Of The Dream Come From The Connection Of Previously Unrelated Mundanities Of Life.

One Can Read All One Wants, And Spend Eternities In Front Of A Blackboard With A Tutor, But One Is Not Going To Learn To Swim Until One Gets In The Water.

Every Reiteration Of The Idea That Nothing Matters Debases The Human Spirit.