Half The Fun Of Writing A Novel

I Am, As I Have Always Been, Of The Opinion That While The Niceties Of Normal Moral Constraints Should Be Our Guides, They Must Not Be Our Masters.

Smell Is A Very Animal Thing, Almost Reptilian, Where The More Cerebral Things Like Reading Less So.

"you Like Music, Mr. Gurgeh?" Hamin Asked, Leaning Over To The Man. Gurgeh Nodded. "well, A Little Does No Harm."

Look At These Humans! How Could Such Glacial Slowness Even Be Called Life? An Age Could Pass, Virtual Empires Rise And Fall In The Time They Took To Open Their Mouths To Utter Some New Inanity!

I Still Have Some Of My Old University Essays, And I Do Still Have My Drawing Book From Primary Year Seven.