I'm A Devoted Husband. That Must Strike

One Should Never Regret One's Excesses, Only One's Failures Of Nerve.

"you Like Music, Mr. Gurgeh?" Hamin Asked, Leaning Over To The Man. Gurgeh Nodded. "well, A Little Does No Harm."

Well," He Sighed To No One In Particular, And Looked Up Into Yet Another Alien Sky. "here We Are Again.

The Trouble With Writing Fiction Is That It Has To Make Sense, Whereas Real Life Doesn't.

Empathize With Stupidity And You're Halfway To Thinking Like An Idiot.