Death, I Had Discovered Long Ago, Was

Love Is A Wonderful Thing, My Dear, But It Leaves You Wide Open For Blackmail.

He Set Fire To Some Potatoes, Then Cooked Some Undelivered Post In The Embers." - Dad "did He Now? What A Strange Fellow. I Would Have Done It The Other Way Around." - Stafford

People Who Read My Books Have An Open Mind When It Comes To New, Bizarre, Interesting And Exciting Ideas.

Cats Aren't Really Friendly, They're Just Cozying Up To The Dominant Life-form As A Hedge Against Extinction.

Reading, I Had Learned, Was As Creative A Process As Writing, Sometimes More So. When We Read Of The Dying Rays Of The Setting Sun Or The Boom And Swish Of The Incoming Tide, We Should Reserve As Much Praise For Ourselves As For The Author. After All, The Reader Is Doing All The Work - The Writer Might Have Died Long Ago.