Fiction Should Always Steer Clear Of Political

If You Don't Know Why You Like A Thing, It Is Usually Worth Your While To Attempt To Find Out.

She Was Saved From Prettiness By The Intensity Of Her Gaze.

Illness Reduces Man To His Basic State: A Cloaca In Which The Chemical Processes Continue. The Meaningless Hegemony Of The Involuntary.

Security Is A False God. Begin To Make Sacrifices To It And You Are Lost.

It Was One Of The Charms Of The International Zone That You Could Get Anything You Wanted If You Paid For It. Do Anything, Too, For That Matter; - There Were No Incorruptibles. It Was Only A Question Of Price.