I Loved Him, Officer. More Than Any

Because There's Someone Else Here In East Carmin. Someone Hopelessly Unsuitable. It's All A Really Bad Idea And Will Lead To Trouble Of The Worst Sort. But No Matter What, Every Minute In Her Presence Makes My Life A Minute More Complete.

Writing Is Not Something You Can Do Or You Can't. It's Not Even Something That 'other People Do' Or 'for Smart People Only' Or Even 'for People Who Finished School And Went To University'. Nonsense. Anyone Can Do It. But No-one Can Do It Straight Off The Bat. Like Plastering, Brain Surgery Or Assembling Truck Engines, You Have To Do A Bit Of Training - Get Your Hands Dirty - And Make Some Mistakes.

Death Doesn't Care About Personalities - He's More Interested In Meeting Quotas.

To Each Our Own Hamlet.

Individual Words, Sounds, Squiggles On Paper With No Meanings Other Than Those With Which Our Imagination Can Clothe Them.