If It Sounds Good As You Say

I Ask For Your Indulgence When I March Out Quotations. This Is The Double Syndrome Of Men Who Write For A Living And Men Who Are Over Forty. The Young Smoke Pot - We Inhale From Our 'bartlett's.'

This Highway Leads To The Shadowy Tip Of Reality: You're On A Through Route To The Land Of The Different, The Bizarre, The Unexplainable...go As Far As You Like On This Road. Its Limits Are Only Those Of Mind Itself. Ladies And Gentlemen, You're Entering The Wondrous Dimension Of Imagination. . . Next Stop The Twilight Zone.

If You're Really A Good Writer And Deserve That Honored Position, Then By God, You'll Write, And You'll Be Read, And You'll Be Produced Somehow. It Just Works That Way. If You're Just A Simple Ordinary Day-to-day Craftsman, No Different Than Most, Then The Likelihood Is That You Probably Won't Make It In Writing.

You Unlock This Door With The Key Of Imagination. Beyond It Is Another Dimension: A Dimension Of Sound, A Dimension Of Sight, A Dimension Of Mind. You’re Moving Into A Land Of Both Shadow And Substance, Of Things And Ideas. You’ve Just Crossed Over Into… The Twilight Zone.

Imagination... Its Limits Are Only Those Of The Mind Itself.