If You're Trying To Take A Roomful

Oh, Was That Liquor Of Yours A Stimulant?" Asked Elena. "i Wondered Why He Didn't Fall Asleep." "couldn't You Tell?" Chuckled Mayhew. "not Really." Miles Twisted His Head To Take In Elena's Upside-down Worried Face, And Smile In Weak Reassurance. Sparkly Black And Purple Whirlpools Clouded His Vision. Mayhew's Laughter Faded. "my God," He Said Hollowly, "you Mean He's Like That All The Time?

If You Can't Be Seven Feet Tall, Be Seven Feet Smart.

From Fried Witchetty Grubs To Gold-plated Turnips, When You're A Writer You Never Know What's Going To Appear On Your Plate Next. It Keeps A Woman Alert, It Does.

Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles, But Give Me A Smirk Any Day, I Say.

Hi, I'm A Hero, But I Can't Tell You Why. It's Classified.