I Have No Mouth. And I Must

I See All. I Hear All. I Know All. And I Spend A Great Deal Of Time In The Bathroom.

Everyone Is Entitled To An *informed* Opinion.

For The First Time We Have A Weapon That Nobody Has Used For Thirty Years. This Gives Me Great Hope For The Human Race.

Because The Chief Commodity A Writer Has To Sell Is His Courage. And If He Has None, He Is More Than A Coward. He Is A Sellout And A Fink And A Heretic, Because Writing Is A Holy Chore.

People Don't Die From The Old Diseases Any More. They Die From New Ones, But That's Progress, Isn't It? Isn't It?