Death And The End Of One's Life

Maybe Those Sorts Of Yes-or-no Life-and-death Decisions Are Easier To Make Because They Are So Black And White. I Can Cope With Them Because It's Easier. Human Emotions, Well. . .they're Just A Fathomless Collection Of Grays And I Don't Do So Well On The Midtones.

I Suggest We Depict Penguins As Callous And Unfeeling Creatures Who Insist On Bringing Up Their Children In What Is Little More Than A Large Chest Freezer.

Writing Is Not Something You Can Do Or You Can't. It's Not Even Something That 'other People Do' Or 'for Smart People Only' Or Even 'for People Who Finished School And Went To University'. Nonsense. Anyone Can Do It. But No-one Can Do It Straight Off The Bat. Like Plastering, Brain Surgery Or Assembling Truck Engines, You Have To Do A Bit Of Training - Get Your Hands Dirty - And Make Some Mistakes.

Goodness Is Weakness, Pleasantness Is Poisonous, Serenity Is Mediocrity And Kindness Is For Losers. The Best Reason For Committing Loathsome And Detestable Acts – And Let’s Face It, I Am Considered Something Of An Expert In This Field – Is Purely For Their Own Sake. Monetary Gain Is All Very Well, But It Dilutes The Taste Of Wickedness To A Lower Level That Is Obtainable By Almost Anyone With An Overdeveloped Sense Of Avarice. True And Baseless Evil Is As Rare As The Purest Good.

If The Real World Were A Book, It Would Never Find A Publisher. Overlong, Detailed To The Point Of Distraction-and Ultimately, Without A Major Resolution.