Beauty Is Only Skin Deep; Ugliness Goes

By The Age Of Eighteen, A Human Has Acquired Enough Joy And Heartache To Provide The Food Of Reflection For A Century.

So I Lived Alone. The First Thing I Did Was Take Off My Pants. Naturally.

Platitude: A Statement That Denies By Implication What It Explicitly Affirms.

Of All The Featherless Beasts, Only Man, Chained By His Self-imposed Slavery To The Clock, Denies The Elemental Fire And Proceeds As Best He Can About His Business, Suffering Quietly, Martyr To His Madness. Much To Learn.

It Is Always Dishonest For A Reviewer To Review The Author Instead Of The Author's Book.