Behind Every Writer Stands A Very Large

Rust, Corrosion, Wind, Rain. The Nibbling Teeth Of Mice And The Acrid Droppings Of Insects And The Devouring Jaws Of Years. The Was Of Nature Upon Machines, Of The Planet's Chaotic Forces Upon The Works Of Humankind. The Energy That Man Had Pulled From The Earth Was Being Inexorably Pulled Back Into It, Sucked Like Water Down A Drain. Before Long, If It Hadn't Happened Already, Not A Single High-tension Pole Would Be Left Standing On The Earth. Mankind Had Built A World That Would Take A Hundred Years To Die. A Century For The Last Light To Go Out.

I Like Creating Villains.

Don't We All Deserve Forgiveness? I Hope We Do; I Believe We Do. Forgiveness Says As Much About The Character Of The Person Bestowing It As The Person Receiving It. Learning To Forgive May Be The Most Difficult Of Human Acts,and The Closest Thing To Divinity, Whatever You Decide That Is.

So Perhaps The Greatest Worry Of All Was That One Day You Would Realize That All The Worries Of Your Life Amounted To One Thing: The Desire To Just Stop Worrying.

And Indeed, I Am A Warmhearted And Thoroughly Domestic Man Who Gets Up And Makes Pancakes For His Children And Kisses Them On The Head When He Sends Them Off To Their Day.