Be Careful Of Monsters With Teeth

K Is For "kenghis Khan"; He Was A Very Nice Person. History Has No Record Of Him. There Is A Moral In That, Somewhere.

When Belief In A God Dies, The God Dies.

I Was The Green Monkey, The Pariah. And I Had No Friends. Not Just A Few Friends, Or One Good Friend, Or Grudging Acceptance By Other Misfits And Outcasts. I Was Alone. All Stinking Alone, Without Even An Imaginary Playmate.

The World Is Turning Into A Cesspool Of Imbeciles.

People On The Outside Think There's Something Magical About Writing, That You Go Up In The Attic At Midnight And Cast The Bones And Come Down In The Morning With A Story, But It Isn't Like That. You Sit In Back Of The Typewriter And You Work, And That's All There Is To It.