Being Crazy Isn't Enough.

You Can Think About Red. You Can Think About Pink. You Can Think Up A Horse. Oh, The Thinks You Can Think!

In The House, And On The Street, How Many, Many Feet You Meet.

Sleep Is Like The Unicorn - It Is Rumored To Exist, But I Doubt I Will See Any

It Has Often Been Said There’s So Much To Be Read, You Never Can Cram All Those Words In Your Head. So The Writer Who Breeds More Words Than He Needs Is Making A Chore For The Reader Who Reads. That's Why My Belief Is The Briefer The Brief Is, The Greater The Sigh Of The Reader's Relief Is. And That's Why Your Books Have Such Power And Strength. You Publish With Shorth! (shorth Is Better Than Length.)

Adults Are Only Obsolete Children.