I Led The Way Toward The Crowd,

They Turned To Angel. "we Will Call You Little One," The Leader Said, Obviously Deciding To Dispense With The Whole Confusing Name Thing. "okay," Said Angel Agreeably. "i'll Call You Guy In A White Lab Coat." He Frowned. "that Can Be His Indian Name," I Suggested.

You Could Lock The Gasman In A Padded Cell With Some Dental Floss And A Bowl Of Jell-o, And He'd Find A Way To Make Something To Explode.

Never Underestimate The Power Of Funny, It Moves Mountains.

I Learnt To Love Reading. And Then I Started Scribbling Stories, And I Liked That Even More.

I Am Not A Great Prose Stylist. I'm A Storyteller. There Are Thousands Of People Who Don't Like What I Do. Fortunately, There Are Millions Who Do.