I Never Met A Writer Who Wasn't

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

Maybe There's A Whole Other Universe Where A Square Moon Rises In The Sky, And The Stars Laugh In Cold Voices, And Some Of The Triangles Have Four Sides, And Some Have Five, And Some Have Five Raised To The Fifth Power Of Sides. In This Universe There Might Grow Roses Which Sing. Everything Leads To Everything.

Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

Shall There Be Truth Between Us, As Two Men? Not As Friends, But As Enemies And Equals?

As With All Other Aspects Of Fiction, The Key To Writing Good Dialogue Is Honesty.