Bookstores, Like Libraries, Are The Physical Manifestation

"if You Paid Me For Work," Continued Max, Whose Rhetoric Was More Sophisticated Than You Might Expect From A Man With Food In His Beard, "i Wouldn't Have To Feel Worthless. There's Not Law Says Old People Have To Feel Worthless All The While, You Know. You Paid Me, I'd Have Some Dignity." Now It Was Mile's Turn To Nod And Smile Agreeably. "i Think The Dignity Ship Set Sail A Long Time Ago, Dad."

You Can't Possibly Judge Your Ability To Control Something Until You've Experienced The Extremes Of Its Capabilities. Do You Understand?

At The Risk Of Appearing Disingenuous, I Don't Really Think Of Myself As 'writing Humor.' I'm Simply Reporting On The World I Observe, Which Is Frequently Hilarious.

I Was The One Who Did Come Through That Door. You Were The One She Was Waiting For.

I Suppose All Writers Worry About The Well Running Dry.