Every Man With His Own Peculiar Vice.

Things In Life Have No Real Beginning, Though Our Stories About Them Always Do.

One Small Cloud, Cast Out By The Herd, Limps Away To The West.

Pain's Nothing. Pain's What You Give, Not What You Get.

How Inevitable It Is; We Step Into An Ordinary Moment And Never Come Out Again.

Personally, I Like The Social Novel. I Like Writing That Gets In And Under The Hood And Looks About - At What's Going On. But I Don't Say To Any Writer That That's Absolutely What They Should Do.