God Turned Out To Be A Bunch

And Didn't They Say That, Although Curiosity Killed The Cat, Satisfaction Brought The Beast Back?

When I Gave Up Dope And Alcohol, My Immediate Feeling Was 'i've Saved My Life, But There'll Be A Price Because I'll Have Nothing That Buzzes Me Any More'. But I Enjoyed My Kids. My Wife Loved Me And I Loved Her. And Eventually The Writing Came Back And I Discovered That The Writing Was Enough. Stupid Thing Is That Probably It Always Had Been.

Above All Else, Be Consistent.

Only Children Tell The Whole Truth, You Know. That's What Makes Them Children.

Outlines Are The Last Resource Of Bad Fiction Writers Who Wish To God They Were Writing Masters' Theses.